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richest men in the area, owning the largest construction
company around, Dorsey Construction, but he was the most levelheaded guy Greg
knew.   They really hit it off
together.   Greg considered John a
friend.   And since John had found Elizabeth
Wright, the woman to settle him down, so-to-speak, he’d been trying to find
Greg a companion, too.   Any inclination
that Greg was showing interest in a woman resulted in John’s utmost attention.
    “Tell them my errand took a little longer than
anticipated,” Greg said.   “I promise to
get there as soon as I can.”   He ended
the call and made sure Tessa’s car was locked before walking to his BMW.   He slid into the driver seat and immediately
started his car.   He glanced over at
Tessa and found her staring at him with those big blue eyes.   And those eyes were not showing any concern
over their age difference.   They were
scanning over every inch of him like she might be considering him for
dinner.   The look on her face caused his
cock to stiffen again.   Shit!   This was going to be a long drive!

 
    Chapter
Two
     
    Tessa stared at the man that slid into the driver’s
seat and a sudden wave of lust swept through her.   He was one hundred percent male and she was
totally enthralled.   He was incredibly
handsome.   Older than
her… maybe thirty-five.   She had
never been really good at guessing ages, but she did know he was older than her
twenty-seven years.   His navy dress
slacks had done nothing to hide his strong muscular thighs, and the white
button down shirt made it obvious that Greg was not your average male
build.   He was built strong.   She had felt it when she threw herself at him
for his generous offer to drive her to her studio.   Was she
crazy?   She threw herself into a complete
stranger’s arms!   And then she got into his
car!   Her mother would have her
committed immediately if she found out.   Shoot!   Her alcoholic mother would try to have her committed for anything if it
meant she had access to Tessa’s bank account and Tessa was “out of her hair.”  
    For some reason, Greg didn’t scare her at all.   Perhaps it was his soft grey eyes that
assured her he posed no danger to her.   All she knew was what her gut told her: she
wouldn’t end up in a ditch on the side of the road. Her body hummed, telling
her this man could take her places she’d never been.   
    “Where are we headed?” Greg asked, putting the BMW
in reverse and pulling out of the parking space.   He maneuvered the car with ease.   Tessa was impressed with how smooth and
graceful his movements were, considering his size.  
    “Yoga You ,” Tessa
replied.   “It’s my yoga studio on
Treasure Island.   Take First Avenue North
all the way to the end.   Then make a left
on 66 th Street and a right on Central .   I can direct you once we reach the island.”   She sat back against the tan leather seat and
let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.   That stupid VW bug had been giving her
problems lately.   She bought it from a
used car lot when she turned sixteen and had been driving it ever since.   It was a great car, but she’d beat the hell
out of it.   She didn’t always have the
money to fix things right away, which led to problems getting bigger.   This was the third time it had broken down in
less than three months.   But with the new
studio open, she couldn’t afford a new VW yet.  
    “I know how to get to Treasure Island,” Greg said
softly before winking at her.   The wink
sent a chill down her spine.   Was he flirting with her?   She could only hope.   It was clear there was an age gap between
them, but she didn’t want him to look at her as some young girl.   She wanted him to look at her as a woman
because he set something afire inside of her that none of the guys her age
could even spark.   “I live there.”
    “You live there?” she asked with a hint of envy.  
    “Yes.   I own a
condo