Even so, keeping up with the introductions was exhausting.
The slow torture continued as one woman after the other arrived to meet him. Finally, when he thought his facial muscles would seize from smiling so much, Joe stepped out next to Brandon from his position behind the camera. Slapping Brandon on the shoulder, Joe said,
“You’ve just met twenty-nine of the thirty contestants! How are you holding up, buddy?”
“Pretty well,” Brandon lied.
“Couldn’t be any more gorgeous, could they?” the producer added with a quick elbow to Brandon’s ribs. “We’ve got one more woman for you to meet and then it’s party time. Just don’t forget that by the end of the evening you are going to have to decide which ten women have stolen a little piece of your heart.”
Joe stepped back behind the cameras, leaving Brandon alone on the step as the final limo pulled up in front of the house. The door opened slowly and the first thing Brandon saw was a stunning set of bare legs and well-manicured feet encased in shimmering, high-heeled black sandals. Brandon’s exhaustion suddenly vanished as he waited to see the rest of the package.
The sex-goddess legs were followed by a wispy sheath of red silk, which moved enticingly around and between the woman’s knees. Brandon held his breath. For one split second, he had forgotten about the mystery woman who had been haunting him.
But when the 30th contestant finally got all the way out of the car to stand somewhat uncertainly on the pavement, Brandon’s heart began to pound in an uncontrolled rhythm.
It’s impossible , he told himself, even as he prayed that the vision before him was real. He took in the red highlights of her hair, her phenomenal breasts that were barely contained by her spaghetti strap dress, he was afraid he had conjured her up through shear will. But when he looked back at the woman who was gingerly taking wobbly steps towards him, without once looking up from the ground, he realized his most fervent wish had actually come true.
His dream woman was being offered to him by the show’s producers! He wondered if there was some way they could have known that he had met her once before, however briefly.
Had they spied on him? Flicking a quick glance to Joe, he knew the idea was preposterous.
Nonetheless, based on the contract he had signed, he risked losing her forever if he didn’t play his cards right. Somehow, he needed to act like he had never seen her face before tonight.
Brandon was overwhelmed by her nearness already. But his future happiness depended on his finding a way to warn her not to let on that she had ever seen his face before. He took a deep breath and prepared to give the acting performance of a lifetime, when the gorgeous woman of his dreams looked up at him and gasped, tripping and falling straight into his arms.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“It’s you,” Alexa whispered into his chest as she fell against him in a graceless heap.
“You don’t know me,” he said into her hair, so softly that she hardly heard him.
Oh, so this is the game he’s playing, she thought sarcastically, still trying to deal with the fact that her mystery man was Mr. Right.
She had been so concerned with keeping upright on her heels and smoothing the wrinkles out of her silk dress, she hadn’t looked up at him until the last possible second. Alexa couldn’t have been more shocked if Big Bird was standing before her.
She was staring straight into the eyes of the guy she had dumped chili on and then ditched at Murphy’s. He had one hand on her waist to keep her steady, but it was having the opposite effect – she couldn’t ever recall having such a bad case of goose bumps.
In a voice as delicious and warm as she had remembered from her dreams, he said, “Hi there. I’m Brandon.”
“Brandon,” she breathed, unable for the moment to do much more than gawk at him.
Their eyes held and Alexa’s heart began to beat right out of her chest. “I’d love to
The slow torture continued as one woman after the other arrived to meet him. Finally, when he thought his facial muscles would seize from smiling so much, Joe stepped out next to Brandon from his position behind the camera. Slapping Brandon on the shoulder, Joe said,
“You’ve just met twenty-nine of the thirty contestants! How are you holding up, buddy?”
“Pretty well,” Brandon lied.
“Couldn’t be any more gorgeous, could they?” the producer added with a quick elbow to Brandon’s ribs. “We’ve got one more woman for you to meet and then it’s party time. Just don’t forget that by the end of the evening you are going to have to decide which ten women have stolen a little piece of your heart.”
Joe stepped back behind the cameras, leaving Brandon alone on the step as the final limo pulled up in front of the house. The door opened slowly and the first thing Brandon saw was a stunning set of bare legs and well-manicured feet encased in shimmering, high-heeled black sandals. Brandon’s exhaustion suddenly vanished as he waited to see the rest of the package.
The sex-goddess legs were followed by a wispy sheath of red silk, which moved enticingly around and between the woman’s knees. Brandon held his breath. For one split second, he had forgotten about the mystery woman who had been haunting him.
But when the 30th contestant finally got all the way out of the car to stand somewhat uncertainly on the pavement, Brandon’s heart began to pound in an uncontrolled rhythm.
It’s impossible , he told himself, even as he prayed that the vision before him was real. He took in the red highlights of her hair, her phenomenal breasts that were barely contained by her spaghetti strap dress, he was afraid he had conjured her up through shear will. But when he looked back at the woman who was gingerly taking wobbly steps towards him, without once looking up from the ground, he realized his most fervent wish had actually come true.
His dream woman was being offered to him by the show’s producers! He wondered if there was some way they could have known that he had met her once before, however briefly.
Had they spied on him? Flicking a quick glance to Joe, he knew the idea was preposterous.
Nonetheless, based on the contract he had signed, he risked losing her forever if he didn’t play his cards right. Somehow, he needed to act like he had never seen her face before tonight.
Brandon was overwhelmed by her nearness already. But his future happiness depended on his finding a way to warn her not to let on that she had ever seen his face before. He took a deep breath and prepared to give the acting performance of a lifetime, when the gorgeous woman of his dreams looked up at him and gasped, tripping and falling straight into his arms.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“It’s you,” Alexa whispered into his chest as she fell against him in a graceless heap.
“You don’t know me,” he said into her hair, so softly that she hardly heard him.
Oh, so this is the game he’s playing, she thought sarcastically, still trying to deal with the fact that her mystery man was Mr. Right.
She had been so concerned with keeping upright on her heels and smoothing the wrinkles out of her silk dress, she hadn’t looked up at him until the last possible second. Alexa couldn’t have been more shocked if Big Bird was standing before her.
She was staring straight into the eyes of the guy she had dumped chili on and then ditched at Murphy’s. He had one hand on her waist to keep her steady, but it was having the opposite effect – she couldn’t ever recall having such a bad case of goose bumps.
In a voice as delicious and warm as she had remembered from her dreams, he said, “Hi there. I’m Brandon.”
“Brandon,” she breathed, unable for the moment to do much more than gawk at him.
Their eyes held and Alexa’s heart began to beat right out of her chest. “I’d love to
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