Bradley looked up as a sleek black Lamborghini rolled toward him, its engine purring with restrained power.Bradley looked up as a sleek black Lamborghini rolled toward him, its engine purring with restrained power. He passed a lingering glance over the glossy, aerodynamic countours of its body, and hoped he'd one day know the special thrill of owning so elegant--and expensive--a vehicle. It slowed as it neared, then stopped behind his car, blocking him in. He pulled his duffle strap higher onto his shoulder as the car shut off, and the door on the driver's side slid up and open. A strikingly beautiful woman emerged, and turned toward him. Her height struck him at once--she was eye-to-eye with him in her heels--as did her strong, well-toned physique. The neckline of her skintight miniskirt was cut for a suggestive peek at her ample cleavage. "Mr. Bradley?" He smiled. "That's me. What can I do for you?" She walked to him, the heels of her hip-high boots clacking on the asphalt, and extended a hand. "Hello. My name is Ava Winchester. I've been looking forward to meeting you." Her grip was surprisingly strong. "Thanks. I'm flattered." She looked away briefly, a cool summer breeze playing through her thick brown hair, before meeting his eyes again. "I saw your match tonight, and I'd like to compliment you on the victory. You were impressive." "Thanks again. I'm happy with it." The more he examined Ava's delicate face, and her strong, supple body, the more he hoped he'd be occupied with something more interesting than SportsCenter that evening. |