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you were able to do so." Jeff Hansen's eyes crinkled as his lips turned up easily into a slightly bad-boy smile.  He seemed to be enjoying the fact that I clearly didn't know why exactly I was here.  Oh, man.  I hoped he couldn't read the thoughts I was having about him.  I struggled to clear my head and maintain a veneer of professionalism. 
    "Can I offer you a drink?" he asked, gesturing to a mini-bar behind me. 
    "Um, I..." I started. "Well, I'm not sure that's such a great idea.  After all, I'm sure you don't want my head cloudy when I'm going through your figures."  He laughed, and I blushed, feeling a little prim and hoping he wouldn't catch my unintentional "your figure" double entendre. 
    "I wouldn't worry about that, Ms. Hamilton.  May I call you Lindsay?" I nodded mutely, amazed that he even knew my first name. "The nature of what I'll be needing you for doesn't preclude a little drink.  It is Friday evening, after all.  What can I get you?"
    "Um... vodka tonic?" I ventured.
    "Perfect," he affirmed, striding over to the bar.  As he mixed the drink, my curiosity got the better of me.  "Mr. Hansen..." I began.
    "Please.  Call me Jeff."
    "Jeff," I began again. God, this was strange.  "What exactly is the ... nature of what you'll be needing me for?"
    "Let's have a seat and enjoy our drinks, shall we?" he said, handing me mine and gesturing to an overstuffed leather sofa facing the view. I went over to it and sat down, and he sat beside me.  Catching my gaze, he raised his drink to mine and said, "To the beginning of an enjoyable relationship."
    I clinked my glass against his, not knowing what I was getting myself into.  I took a sip of the drink.  It was perfectly mixed, just the way I liked it.  I forced myself to relax a bit, and try not to focus on worrying what all this was about.  I tried to act like I was in the company of incredibly handsome, incredibly rich men all the time.  The fact was, I was not often in the company of any men, rich or otherwise.  I guess I was just picky, and probably also self-conscious that I didn't look like the standard male fantasy of beauty.  It's not like I didn't have any sexual experience at all, but what experience I did have was sorely lacking in spark or flames.  Most of it had been pretty vanilla, and not very satisfying.  My fantasies, on the other hand, were much more exciting -- including the fantasies I had had about the man in front of me and his brother.  As I sat there, trying just to enjoy the moment, my mind wandered to what this man and I had done together in my mind. As I felt the vodka begin to warm my stomach and my skin, my panties started to get wet with the thoughts of Jeff Hansen fucking me with wild abandon, making me cry out for more.  Mmmm...
    "How is your drink?" Jeff asked me.
    "Mmmm... delicious," I murmured, still a bit lost in my thoughts.  I started, remembering where I was.  "I mean... well, yes, delicious.  Exactly the way I like it."
    "I'm glad to hear it," he replied, looking into my eyes with a mysterious smile.  "I hope that I'm able to respond to your tastes as well in... other areas."
    "Um... care to explain that?" I said boldly.  Clearly, the alcohol was lowering my inhibitions.
    "Yes, actually, I'd love to.  So, I'm sure you have been wondering why I sent for you."
    "Yes, very much so.  My boss wasn't able to give me many details."
    "That's because I didn't tell him any," Jeff responded. "He doesn't need to know anything about this. It's between you and me.  And my brother."
    "Your brother?" Now I was really intrigued.
    "Yes. My brother.  You see, today is his... our ... birthday."
    "Happy birthday."
    "Thank you.  I hope it will be.  For this birthday, I wanted to get Greg a... special present."  He eyed me speculatively as he said this.  I waited for him to continue. 
    "Greg and I are very close," he went on.  "We do many things together, and we have many similar tastes, despite the differences in