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wasn’t being watched as he adjusted himself. I could be at Pulse in twenty minutes tops and between a pair of warm soft thighs in less than forty-five, he thought as he eyeballed the room for his sister.
    “I’m leaving, you need a ride?” Chase asked Rheanna when he found her hovering at the bar with Paul the pervert, as he was known within social circles.
    Rheanna poo-pooed him with a waving hand gesture as she spoke. “I’ll get a ride…not having a good time brother dear?” she asked pointedly.
    “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He cut any further conversation short and walked to the elevator, pushed the button repeatedly and smiled to himself. The thought of Eden walking the halls of his office, sharing a board room table and many, many meetings, gave him far more to look forward to in his future than he had anticipated this morning.
     
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    Pulse was quiet tonight as Eden and Reece entered.
    Reece asked Eden as he perused the room, “Shall I get us a drink?”
    “Please, a white wine. Take it to room seven, I’ll be there soon,” she instructed him and he smiled with a gleam in his eyes. She put her hand to his jaw, tilting her head to take in his striking features and smiled. She was going to eat him alive. If he only knew.
    She watched his tight little ass as he headed to the bar liking what she saw, but wishing it was Chase’s ass she was staring at.
    “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you honey, but what are you doing here on a week night? Party a bust?” Mikala asked from behind her. She spun around with a smile for her friend.
    Mik, as Eden liked to call her best friend, was a bombshell of a woman. Mikalas’ blazing, fire red hair gave her just the right definition of exactly who she was, a powerful woman with a take no prisoners attitude towards life. She reminded Eden of a World War II pin up girl. Tall, slim, with fabulous legs, large full breasts that screamed sexy. Eden often wished she had just a little of that hot sexiness that oozed from Mikala so easily, almost like lava.
    “Not at all,” Eden said. Mikala’s eyes narrowed, waiting for more.
    Mikala owned Pulse, a social night club in Boston, with a main floor bar and dance area, and a second floor containing a member’s only social club. A get together club for meeting and socializing with like-minded people, complete with rooms at the back for private sexual encounters. On the ever darker side, she ran an escort service within the social club, not advertised as such, but very lucrative all the same. One that Eden relied on regularly since she had no desire for a complicated relationship.
    Mikalas’ gentlemen were clean and safe. Her service made sure that each gentleman assigned to Eden was briefed on all the facts of the evening, a must for her many business gatherings. A standard how we met included, always the same. Eden liked it that way, no mistakes on either party.
    Eden had her own private room, number seven, where she could take her escorts if she so desired. She would never take a man home. That would make it far too personal, too intimate, and out of her control.
    “Just needed a little play time.” Eden confessed.
    “So not like you…” Mikala said the conversation open for Eden to complete.
    Eden didn’t want to hear Mikalas’ usual you-need-a-real-man speech, so she chose to side track her friend. “I got the contract, the big one. The one we discussed the other day. I was offered the executive spot too, finally.”
    “So you and Reece are going to celebrate ? Congrats honey,” Mikala said, air kissing each cheek in that grand European gesture Eden was beginning to hate. “I suspect there’s more though.”
    “Always a step ahead Mik. How do you do that?” Eden asked, amazed that this woman could read her so well.
    Mikala held her hand behind her head like a sexy Rita Hayworth and wiggled her hips. “It’s a gift, when it comes to you anyway. You’ve got this horny little look on your face and