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my hand with his shake. When he smiled, his face lit up
with friendly warmth that made him look like a young teenager.
     
    “Thank you for coming, Miss Facet,” Stills
said genuinely. He smiled. I noticed that his neck was a tree trunk atop his
shoulders.
     
    “You’re welcome, shall we go inside and meet
with Mr. Christensen?”
     
    He led me inside. It was just as nice inside
as it was outside. The club was practically empty. There were no customers,
only staff preparing for the night ahead. The tables were all arranged neatly
and the bar was clean and stylish. It was an upscale club. I admired the decor
and sat down at a table that Stills led me to, pulling out a chair for me. I
had to admit that I liked this club; I could even see myself coming here and
enjoying it.
     
    Stills ran off to get me a gin martini, extra
dirty. When I looked over the bar, I noticed that he was behind the bar,
personally making my drink. I smiled.
     
    “You’re a little early. We’re not open yet.
But for you, I suppose I can make an exception.”
     
    I looked up at the man. He must be Leon
Christensen. I was immediately stricken with the thought that this man was much
better looking than I had imagined him in my head. His features were sharp, his
jaw chiseled and masculine. His cocoa colored hair hung just above his eyes and
ears, appearing as though it was haphazardly styled, but I recognized that it
was just too perfectly sloppy. His sapphire eyes studied me, waiting for my
response.
     
    I stood up to shake his hand and I realized
that Leon Christensen towered over me. He was lean, but when he took my hand,
it was a firm grip. His smile was wide and showed a set of perfect teeth, but
it was a smile that was also too perfect, as though he had rehearsed it. It was
a movie-star smile.
     
    “You must be Leon Christensen.”
     
    He lifted my hand and kissed it gently,
eyeing me as he did so.
     
    “And you must be my company for tonight,” he
said flirtatiously.
     
    I took my hand back politely, suppressing the
strong desire to roll my eyes at him. I was a professional, and I merely gave
him a professional smile. I knew how to deal with flirtatious men without
coming off as cold or belittling; it came with the territory. Yet I looked at
Leon a little longer than I had ever looked at any other client.
     
    If only we had met in the gym last night, I
thought quickly. I pushed it out of my mind and regained my composure.
     
    “Please, Mr. Christensen, let’s have a seat
and get started with your profile.”
     
    He raised a hand to his chin and studied me
as though he were Sherlock Holmes and this was a murder mystery. I imagined a
tobacco pipe in his other hand and I had to stifle the urge to laugh out loud.
     
    “What do you mean, profile? Is this for some
kind of news article or some blog?”
     
    Stills returned and handed me the gin
martini. I thanked him politely and he averted his gaze. I could see how
uncomfortable he was standing there and I turned back to Leon. It was clear
that Stills had not informed Leon that he had hired me for my services.
     
    “I’m Julie Facet. I run Facet Matchmaking
Services. Your friend, Stills, has hired me to provide my services to you. The
first stage of that is to get a complete profile of you.”
     
    Leon crossed his arms and leaned back on his
leg, studying me with a look of increasing annoyance. I could see the anger
grow in his face and soon a line cut across his forehead and pushed his
eyebrows down.
     
    “I have no problem finding women for my bed,
Miss Facet.” His voice grew harsh at my name. “So I don’t need the services of
a madam.”
     
    I felt anger well up inside me. I’d been
insulted before in this business, but at no point had anybody ever insinuated
that I managed a prostitution ring.
     
    “I run a matchmaking service, Mr. Christensen.
I find other clients who’ve hired me to pair them with—” I began indignantly.
Leon turned and started walking away,