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can't be just to
get me off, can it?” she asked incredulously. He nodded and
her sniggering subsided once she realized that he wasn't joking. And
he was serious as hell about not fucking her. She frowned at him, as
he kept backing away until his back was against the door. She eyed
him suspiciously, and with a tinge of regret. Why were the
good-looking ones always the weird ones? He was a handsome man, with
wavy, brown hair and dark, intelligent eyes. He had a strong jaw
that was covered with stubble, and broad, muscular shoulders that was
evident, even under his white coat. Even when the woman stood on the
tip of her toes, she couldn't reach his lips with hers. The good
doctor was well over six feet. She narrowed her eyes at this
handsome, young doctor. Smart, built like an athlete, tall and
masculine, maybe late thirties or early forties...but he wasn't
interested in fucking her. What was wrong with him? Maybe he had
some disease. She stepped away in a hurry, and exhaled only when she
remembered that he had worn gloves.
    “ You...” He frowned. Now what was her
name? He didn't have to fill in her name in his records; she would
just be given a number, but still, he should have at least tried to
remember their names. Julian shook his head. “I...I'm very
sorry.”
    “ Oh, don't be. You were great. I think.”
The woman shrugged and picked her clothes up from the chair. “I'll
still get paid, right?”
    “ Yes, yes of course.” Julian started. He
pushed off the door quickly and hurried over to a corner table. As
the woman dressed, he opened the top drawer and pulled out his
wallet. He counted out the notes and spun round when he heard her
step up behind him.
    Julian handed her the notes and watched her count them.
She was an attractive woman, curvy, blond, with large eyes and tits.
Julian wondered if he shouldn't be feeling more desire and lust for
this luscious, wonderful specimen. Specimen! Damn, that was it.
His research and experiments were beginning to take a toll on his
libido. He could no longer look at a beautiful woman without
thinking of his research. The perks and perils of his job. Sex was
his job. He was a researcher and consultant on human sexuality and
his present study involved female orgasms.
    He raked his long fingers through his messy, brown hair
as the woman smiled up at him. “It was a pleasure doing
business with you, Dr. James.”
    He had wanted to reply, the pleasure's all mine, but the
words died in his throat. This was not pleasure. It was work, hard,
exhausting work.
    After he had finally seen the woman off in a cab and
closed the front door, Julian staggered into his office and slumped
into his leather chair. As he waited for his computer to power up,
he massaged his numb hand and tried to look through his notes.
Shaking his head and blowing out a long breath, he mumbled, “There's
just no damn way I can keep this up. I'll never be able to finish
this. I need a fucking sex machine...before I fucking kill myself!”
     

Chapter Two

    I stand outside the tall, metal gates and glance down at
the crumpled advertisement in my fist. The address is correct, but—a
thousand buts, is this the right place? Should I go through with it?
But I've come all this way; should I turn back now?
    I read the tiny advertisement, hastily torn from the
corner of a tabloid that I'd seen lying on the table I was clearing,
for the umpteenth time.
    Earn $30,000 in three weeks.
    Please apply in person. Contract to commence
immediately.
    I look up and peer past the gate at the sprawling
mansion that is mostly obscured by the tall trees lining the curved
driveway. There is no telephone number, only the address in small
print at the end of the advertisement. On the tortuously long bus
ride here, I'd wondered what kind of contract this was. Thirty grand
in three weeks! I couldn't earn that in a year, and expenses have
been mounting. The firm where I'd worked as a secretary had closed
down suddenly half a year ago