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heights. They now held accounts ranging from high-paid artists and actors, and even some very predominate sports figures.
     
    Another friend had told him that he should get right back on the horse, but after the first couple of weeks, they got his hint that he just wanted to be left alone. In Mitchell’s mind, it was too soon to try and trust someone in a relationship again.
     
    He was half-way through a cold shower when his doorbell went off. It didn’t just go off, someone had their damned finger holding it down. Jumping from the shower, he grabbed a towel off the counter, quickly wrapped it around his hips, and set off to berate whoever didn’t know how to ring a damned doorbell. Thinking it would be Carter, he swung open the door without looking through the peep hole.
     
    “What the hell...” he was shocked to see the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on standing there still holding the bell. Her dark hair hung in a braid that was a little frazzled. Her top was falling off of her frail looking shoulder. Her dark skin shined. Her eyes caught his attention. Their deepness spoke so much more than any he’d ever seen.
     
    His mouth was still open, ready to yell and cuss out whoever had interrupted his “me time”.
     
    “Oh, good. You are home,” the woman said with a sexy accent. Then she walked right past him into his living room.
     

Chapter Two

    S andi walked into the large living room, tossed down her empty portfolio bag, and tried not to show her emotions. To say that she was shocked when Mitchell opened the door wearing nothing but a small white towel would have been an understatement. She didn’t have any experience with men. She hadn’t even seen a man’s chest before, let alone seeing one half-naked, dripping wet, and absolutely yummy. His sandy blond hair was curled and dripping water down his tan neck. She saw with delight that he had a slight dusting of sandy colored hair on his chest and arms. His legs had it, too, and she noticed his bare feet as he dripped water on the tile floor.
     
    Turning, she walked across the room and stopped just short of the large bay windows in his place. Looking out at the darkness that surrounded his street, she strained her eyes, looking for a dark sedan. Pulling the curtains closed quickly, she turned when she realized the room was quiet.
     
    He stood across the room, leaning against the back of the door, his arms casually draped over his chest, watching her. He had a small frown on his lips, and she could see a small crease between his eyebrows.
     
    “Well?” she looked at him and started walking towards him. “Don’t just stand there. Lock that door.”
     
    His eye brows shot up in question. “Although I do appreciate a good surprise, I’d like to know who sent you over here first.”
     
    She stopped halfway across the room. “What? You don’t remember me?”
     
    “Should I? Wait, don’t tell me. This is some sort of payback from Carter, isn’t it?” He uncrossed his arms and started walking towards her. “Listen, I only mentioned Eve the other night because... well... It’s none of your damn business.” He waved his arms about, then stopped and turned back towards her, a shocked look on his face. “Oh, God! He didn’t pay you anything did he?”
     
    “What are you talking about?” Since he hadn’t done it himself, she walked over and flipped his deadbolt. Then she turned and walked back to his couch and sat down on the soft cushions. She leaned over and pulled off her heels and started rubbing her feet. Walking over fifty blocks in those heels had been hell, and she was relieved to be out of her stylish shoes.
     
    She stopped rubbing her feet and looked up at him when the room got really quiet. She waited for him to respond. He was watching her like he was trying to figure out what to do next.
     
    “Well?” She asked again as she leaned back against the couch. It had taken most of the day to figure out what she was going