He was a tall, dirty blond with a lean frame and nice toned arms coming from his fitted white t-shirt. He had been totally upfront about who he was - ...nd total party boy. I'm always attracted to confident guys and he had this in abundance. He was very sure of himself – a total turn on for me. There's a subtle seduction in someone saying: “This is who I am. Deal with it.” I tried to do the same when I described myself: A cute, curvy, African-American girl with almonds-shaped brown eyes - someone. If it wasn’t for you I would be in Davy Jones’ locker, and most people would have been happy about that. I would have left nothing behind but a lot of money and a lot of miserable people.’‘When my dad dies people will say that he was a good bloke. Several hundred people will have had jobs and been able to feed their family because of him. That’s what I want. I want my children to be able to believe that the world was a better place because of me.’‘What about the firms we already own, what do we. She found herself facing a wild eyed Adam, and everything she had been thinking went out the window.She could see the distress painted across his face, and instead of intimidating him, she pulled him into a comforting hug. She placed her head on his chest, breathing in his scent, relishing the feeling of his arms as they surrounded her."Miss Shelly?" His voice sounded above her, and she felt her knees weaken at the sound. "What are you doing here?"She couldn't find her voice, and didn't know. I knew that was the way things were supposed to be. There was no man on this planet who had anything near the trust my Daddy had from me. And when the hug was over or I got up from his lap, that was it.After years of being the center of my universe, my father got dropped like a hot rock when Jack came along. The fact that this is normal and he was by no means the first father this had ever happened to didn't really make a bit of difference. I'm sure it was comparable to my mother running off in.