My body had always been my best feature. I caught men looking at me, many from the eyes down and seeing glances of my breasts. I wasn't a freak; I did...'t have breasts too large to be uncomfortable in business clothing. Just breasts that opened doors with men who had found a reason to be in my company.I wasn't sure I wanted to delve into dating others or accepting an invitation for a drink after work. Well, at least not initially.I love the sun. The warmer, the better. I find it an aphrodisiac. Scott also had to deal with the position of Fife with regard to what had happened in Dalriada. He knew that the majority of the Fife men would regard the occupation of Dalriada as nothing out of the ordinary, part and parcel of the savage way of life in ninth century Scotland. Some of the lieutenants, by no means all, clearly had some residual guilt, but not much.There were two obvious approaches open to him. He could play the grim faced, wronged King who demanded reparation or he could try a. "Err.. one, no... two of those?" I say pointing, an idea forming in mymind."You got the cash?" he asks, eyes narrowing. "We don't take cards here." Err.. Spikes tab?" I say guessing and to my relief he nods. Okay, shewants me here, it must be a test, hmm.. possibly to see if I'm not justa simpering sissy? I mean there's loads of them to choose from. But Ineed to be different, I need to stand out... be special.The two bottles get places on the bar, a little heavily so one starts tofroth... okay. But just as quickly her mind turned to something he had said, "You called me Brooke... that's not my name!" Sure it is honey, what else should I call my sexy little wife." Ken grinned."My name is Brooke... I mean, Brooke... no it's Brooke."She stamped her little foot on the floorboard of the sassy Mustang. Dejected, she stared out the window as if looking for an answer."Come on Brooke, you're far too sexy to have a frown on that beautiful face of yours. Come on now, let me see the sexy smile.