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client.”
    “Great. Thank you I really do appreciate it. He’ll be arriving at the boutique in four hours and do not be intimidated by him. He comes off as powerful, but he really is very nice and accommodating to all temperaments.”
    She handed me a paper print out with some information and continued, “His name is Mr. Damian Rake and you’ll find all his measurements and information in the database. He is a dashing and very tall broad man so make sure you use the correct tape measures if needed. He is six four to be exact.”
    “My that is very tall indeed. Okay I should get ready and get a car there so that I can head out now to give me ample time to review and set up the dressing room and fitting areas. I will give you a phone call after his session is done.”
    “I am so extremely glad you are here at this super busy time. I feel enormous amounts of stress lifted off me already. You are a godsend for a control freak like me,” she said with a smile.
    I went upstairs to my bedroom and got ready. I took a quick hot shower and then blow-dried and brushed my shoulder length dark curly hair and added scented jasmine to my hair product. It was important to smell good when you had to stand so close to clients while getting measurements so I always picked a pleasant scent. I powered my face and applied only subtle lipstick and brown eyeliner and mascara. I liked the soft look that came from my small town roots. My skin was pale and I was a petite woman at only five foot one. I was all dressed and ready to go.
    I finally got to the boutique and went about the routine of turning on the lights and such. I pulled Damian Rake’s file and looked over all the information such as his measurements and his beverage preferences and such. This was a luxury boutique after all and provided the best of the best in drinks, refreshments, and service was all part of it. I was done and sat down fidgeting waiting for the client. Finally the door buzzer went off. I looked at my reflection to get in one last look and fix my hair and then I went to the door. There was a chauffeur all dressed in black. Once I opened the door he walked to the black car at the curb and opened the door. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the man that stepped out of the car. He did so in a cocky and assured way that turned me on instantly. I was not expecting the stunning older man that stood before me. He reminded me of Daniel Craig in the James Bond’s movies. I was shocked. He had green eyes that pierced through me, and dark curls that matched his dark stubble beard. He had a tall form with rounded out broad square shoulders and a lean physique. I had never seen anyone so fit, elegant, and dashing. They sure didn’t have men like him in Minnesota that was for sure. I felt like a tiny petite fairy standing near him. He was all man, and I was just a girl. He must be at least forty-five, I thought.
    “Are you alright?” he said brushing past me in a very hot British accent.  “You’re the new girl, I assume?”
    I was silent. I couldn’t speak for nearly twenty seconds.
    “Hello? Miss? Are you there?” he said.
    I snapped out of my daze. “Yes, Mr. Rake, sorry. Please follow me. We can get started right away.”
    I walked into the fitting area where all the tailoring was done and then into a back luxurious fitting room with many mirrors and a lush round ottoman. I heard him let out a bit of a moan as he watched me walk and then he said, “We don’t need to be so formal.”
    “Yes, of course I am sorry,” I said snapping out of it. “How are you? Would you like a refreshment?”
    “You’re American. Where are you from?” he asked with a mischievous smile on his face.
    “Minnesota. Just a small town that no one has ever heard of,” I said.
    “I like that” he said.
    Samantha would kill me if she knew I was talking to the clients like this.
    This was a playful and fun game to him. I could tell he was used to getting to do what he wanted