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friend.”
    “You always liked a challenge,” Cole said.
    Callum picked up his beer and took a
healthy swallow. “Are you concerned about our account?”
    “I don’t trust the company. I don’t like them, and we’ve lost money. A lot of it.”
    Callum knew what had been happening at the
marketing firm that had been handling their company’s advertising. Thousands,
even millions, of dollars had been missing from their account for lousy work.
    “I’m looking into every employee connected to our account. I suspect
something will crop up soon,” Cole said.
    “Good.” His friend dealt with security detail. He’d done a tour of
service in
Iraq
,
but after a life-threatening injury he’d been pulled out of active duty and had
left the service. Callum didn’t ask about his time in
a war zone. He knew Cole would rather not talk about what happened over there.
    His friend was still alive, and for that, Callum was thankful.
    “I’m calling it a night. Go and screw your woman. Be on time for the
business meeting Monday.” Cole threw down some notes then walked out of the
bar. He had a hotel room on the top floor next to Callum’s .
    Grabbing his beer, he made it over toward the bar. The barman gave her
another drink. He noticed she took the drink with a smile.
    Sitting down in the seat next to her, he passed the barman his beer
bottle.
    “Another,” he said. Callum didn’t ask if the
seat was taken. He didn’t care if it was.
    His beer was placed in front of him with the cap pulled off. Callum picked it up and took another sip. Chilled, the way
he liked it.
    The woman at his side hadn’t spoken a word. He saw in the mirror,
opposite them that she wasn’t paying him any attention. She was swirling an
umbrella around in her drink.  
    “On my last count you’d shot down three men,” Callum said, facing the bar.
    “None of your business, hotshot. If you think you can have a go then
fuck off.”
    Colourful language.
    “Actually, my friend has gone, and I don’t see a need to fill up a
table.” He turned his leg so that his brushed against hers.
    “Whatever.” She sipped her drink, wrinkling her nose at the taste. He
couldn’t help himself, he chuckled.
    “Such a bad attitude for a little lady.” There was nothing little about her.
She was a full woman with a nice rounded ass. He’d seen her ass as she removed
her coat. Fuck, his cock pulsed with arousal. She looked good enough to eat and
then fuck. Turning all of his attention on the lady at his side, Callum stared at her.
    He’d been right. Gorgeous blue eyes. Wow, she
really was a beautiful woman.
    “You’re drooling,” she said.
    “So, you’re a beautiful woman, and I
like looking at beautiful things.”
    “I’m not a thing.”
    “No,” he said in agreement. Callum moved in
close whispering against her ear. “You’re a living, breathing toy.”
    Her eyes flashed in awareness. She raised her hand as if to slap him. Callum caught her palm, kissing the tender flesh on the
inside of her wrist.
    “Now, now, I was only making a comment.”
    “Don’t insult me,” she said.
    “Then tell me why you’re alone on Valentine’s Day.”
    Callum placed a hand on her knee, feeling
the smoothness of her skin. His cock was rock hard in his pants. The need he
felt for her consumed every breath he took.
    “You really want to know?” she asked.
    “Yeah.”
    She stared at him with a glint in her eyes. “Okay, I caught my boyfriend
fucking his secretary. I’m here because I don’t want to deal with his whiny
voice today.” The woman at his side raised her glass. “Cheers.”
    He clinked his bottle against hers. “I guess
you dressed up like that for him as well. A surprise fuck .”
    Callum knew he’d startled her. He hadn’t
been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Everything he’d earned had come out
of years of blood, sweat, and tears.
    “Wow, you’ve got a little bite inside you. I’d say your name, but I
don’t know it,” she