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settled, maybe you can show us your castle.” Casey gazed around the underground parking garage. “If this is a castle, then this must be the dungeon,” he murmured.
    It was a dimly lit, dank, concrete place that totally creeped me out.
    Casey turned his wicked gaze on Lionel. “I sure hope they have chains.”
    Lionel blushed while I giggled. Those two couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. It was sweet and made me long for things I thought I had, but didn’t. I had chosen the toad amongst frogs. That was my problem; I always chose the wrong path, the wrong career, the wrong frog. I just wanted to make the right choice for a change and make my family proud. That meant keeping my private life out of the public eye, keeping my clothes on, and ignoring all the frogs.
    I watched Bradley as he easily lifted my suitcase from the trunk. He looked so fine in that suit, and I just knew there would be a topography of well-developed dips and valleys under the expensive fabric. When he caught me staring, he actually smiled. Not a nasty smile, or a fake smile, an honest smile, with a dash of arrogance. Oh, hell. HANDS . . . OFF . . . FROGS, even the really sexy ones.

CHAPTER 3
    Bradley
    I couldn’t get up to my apartment fast enough. I quickly introduced Wiska, Lionel, and Casey to a very curious Floyd, and then ushered the trio into my home. While they stood and gaped at the luxury, I quickly excused myself and headed for my bedroom. Even though my apartment was opulent and large, I only had two bedrooms, so I hadn’t been lying when I told Casey I didn’t have room for them. Carefully closing the door, I grabbed my cell phone from my back pocket and called Decker. It went straight to his voicemail.
    “Fuck, Decker, what have you gotten me into? I’m going to kick you in the balls next time I see you. Fuck that, I’m going to pay someone else to kick you in the balls. What the fuck is going on with Wiska? She has the media on her ass? And yes, it’s a very fine ass, but I need to know what’s going on with it, and I don’t mean lace or satin. Call me back.” I paused in my tirade and glanced around my darkened room. “And you’re a prick, and tell Andi she’s on my shit list, too.” Feeling happy with my little outburst, I hung up.
    Running a hand through my hair, I stuffed my phone back in my pocket before joining my guests in the living room where I discovered Casey cupping the breasts of a marble bust that sat against one wall. It wasn’t exactly mine; it had come with the apartment, and it was too heavy to move. I’m man enough to admit I liked looking at the marble tits from time to time.
    “I thought you were a dick man?” I mumbled.
    He glanced over his shoulder looking amused rather than pissed off at my bad attitude. “Oh, I am. You’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble if you had a nude male sculpture in this place. I was just curious. I’ve never touched boobies before.”
    “Boobies?” Wiska snorted.
    “Knockers, jugs, muchachas.” Casey shrugged. “I’ve never touched a single one.”
    “Well, trust me, the real deal doesn’t feel anything like that.” I smirked.
    Casey raised a brow, clearly curious. “So, you’ve been feeling up the marble bust, too?”
    “I am a man, aren’t I? If a gay man has his hands on them, you can bet your ass a straight man has touched them.”
    Lionel was checking out the kitchen while Wiska kept a considerable distance from the windows. I had heard her car confession that she was afraid of heights. I wondered how she would adapt to an eight floor apartment.
    “You can touch my muchachas, Casey,” Wiska offered as she leaned down to brush a hand over my 3D pinscreen.
    “He’s not touching anyone’s muchachas,” ordered Lionel.
    I grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge and cracked it open. As I turned and took a mouthful I actually coughed it right back up. Wiska had the pinscreen off the table and pressed to her breast. The damn thing outlined every

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