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end.  She used that time to catch up with girlfriends and have some time to herself, away from the douche she called her lover.  He was the typical arrogant frat boy who had the charming looks, pedigreed to take over his father’s company, and was the ‘right guy’ to settle down with.  What she saw in him, I hadn’t quite figured out yet.  When we hung out together, Grayson was always flirting with me in a non-discreet way right in front of Chloe.  He was disgusting.
    While Chloe and I had quite a bit in common, taste in men was something we agreed to disagree on.  She went for the well-kept, polo wearing ivy-school grad who was destined to be a CEO in the near future.  That worked for her since she was a cheerleader at UCLA and daughter to one of the top neurosurgeons in the country.  Her five-foot-three petite frame with curves in all the right places, sparkling green eyes, and luxurious, wavy blonde hair might have helped a tad bit, too.  She worked for her father’s office in reception and didn’t feel the need in trying to achieve a well-paying career that she was passionate about.  She figured she wouldn’t be working long term, anyway, once she got her MRS. status.
    I, on the other hand, played soccer for eleven years before quitting due to multiple ankle injuries.  It gave me my lean yet muscular legs, ample booty, and a toned stomach.  I have been complimented many times on my “nice rack” and long brown hair that was “begging to be pulled” so I guess I have that going for me.  I like my men tall and fit.  It may be shallow, but the personality, humor, and everything else that matters can come second.  I wasn’t looking to settle down; I just wanted to be free to be whomever I desired.
    Out of the twelve trips I made to Vegas that went into my book, Tate’s story was one that I always looked back on and wondered “what if?”  During one of my monthly visits to Las Vegas, I became well acquainted with the personal trainer from Chicago.  Tate was built with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, jet black hair, and the lightest of brown eyes.  Out of all the chapters in my book, his story was the most fun to write.
     
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    We met at the poker tables of a hotel a few doors down from mine and he was easy on the eyes.  He had been talkative to the entire table and was generous to the dealer and waitresses.  His left dimple would show when he had a decent hand—that was his tell—and I found it adorable.  After he saw my luck dwindling, he offered to walk me back to my hotel.  Normally, that would be a red flag, but he seemed genuine and I could always change my mind on the walk back if I started getting the creeps.
    While at the tables, I learned that he became a personal trainer after injuring his ACL while playing football in college.  He had a passion for tending to the human body—which would hopefully come in handy later that night—and training allowed him to help people make their bodies less prone to injury while maintaining his own scrumptious physique.  He was also the oldest of three siblings, both sisters who looked up to him as the male figure of the house while growing up since his dad left them before they’d even entered elementary school.  
    Maybe that was why I seemed to be able to trust him?  He didn’t seem to have a goal in mind with taking me back to my hotel, although I secretly hope he did. 
    My mind began to play out different scenarios that could happen as we headed into my hotel. He seemed sweet enough and I was curious to see his personal training skills in bed.
    “Payton? Where’d you go?” Tate interrupted my explicit thoughts of us together upstairs and I noticed we’d stopped in front of security who was waiting for me to show my hotel key.  
    “Just thinking about how sweet and sincere you are,” I responded, hoping I was able to disguise my blush while reaching in my wallet for my key.  His crooked grin told me that he knew