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Chapter One
Mariah sashayed up the low stone steps of the restaurant. She grinned, not having to look around to know that every man within sight of her was drooling, and their women were shooting daggers at her with their eyes. Southwest Florida was quite warm, even in October, and that was yet another excuse for her to go with her slinkiest dress.

She opened her little clutch purse, diamond-studded (of course), and pulled out a tiny mister of the latest Chanel fragrance. Actually, that wasn't quite true; the bottle was beyond merely their latest creation, it wasn't yet available to the public. Amazing what a little judicious application of good old fashioned bribery can achieve. She also had to chuckle to think about the inverse relationship between the size of the bottle and its price. The stuff cost a mint! A little spritz to her neck, more to her left wrist, which she rubbed against her right, and she was ready.

"Table for one," she said to the host.

"I... y-yes, Miss. I mean, it'll be about ten minutes," he stammered. "Would you care to wait in the lounge?"

She looked where he was gesturing. It was a fine place: marble bar top, mahogany paneling and glass shelves full of some truly top of the line liquor.

"That'll be fine," he replied with a smile.

She gave her name, got a pager, and headed into the lounge. Yeah, between her looks and intoxicating aroma, she had him under her spell. She almost needed a step-stool to park her firm little ass on the high leather seat, but she made it.

"Well, well-well, as I live and breathe heavily, it's the 'Powerful Pixie'," a familiar voice said.

Mariah spun to her right and gasped. "Chris? Holy shit, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I live here, ever since my company went belly-up. You?"

"Vacation," she said, licking her lips.

Okay, it wasn't entirely true, but she wasn't about to tell a former rival her personal business. He sat next to her. Given his height, he easily slid down to the seat, and turned to the bartender.

"The lady will have a Cosmo, straight up, Grey Goose Citron, and make it a double."

She grinned. "You never forget. So, you here with anyone?"

"You mean am I seeing anyone?"

"Why, I have no idea what you're talking about, sir. Your personal life is of no interest to me!" She rotated her stool so as to give him a great profile view, which accentuated her breasts, stuck her nose in the air, and did the classic humph.

He smirked and held out her drink to her. "You never change, Mariah. Attitude that can cut steel and a figure that can melt it."

"Thank you for noticing," she replied, turning and taking the glass.