Mr. Erskine and I are business associates and nothing more," she snarled."Easy, Tatya, easy. I wasn't suggesting anything by my question. Dad and I ha...e worked with a variety of architects, and some of them can be real stuffy bastards. It was my feeling Erskine was anything but."He could see her relax slightly, but not completely."He's very down-to-earth. He likes my ideas and he encourages me. He's quite demanding, too. He won't accept anything that isn't my best. That's not just true for me,. E.O.Why not?? 'Tween these looks, the Book and my seasoned guile, I couldeven surpass my success as Alex! As a shrewd businessman I intimatelyknew the chumps and suckers men were while Miranda's precocious nymphettewiles sure knew all too well how to manipulate them!I inwardly grinned in wild titillation as the blond siren across from mecutely pouted like Marilyn Monroe then dropped a shy angelic kid lookthat'd turn the Pope into a pedophile.Breathlessly awesome!With sass and skills and looks. On the way to work I had the same excitement I had when I first started working at the small local rent-a-car and tourism company that employed me. I remember my first days when the veteran tour guide Nikos told me I’d do great as long as I was discrete and friendly. Discretion was essential, especially considering the boss’s dirty little sex secrets. I quickly became friends with all of the male employees. We had a lot of things in common – football, the type of women we liked, football, fast. George ordered for both of them and Tara didn't mind at all. He ordered them both steak and shrimp and nice bottle of red wine. They talked about favorite movies and books while they waited. They realized they liked a lot of the same books and movies. Dinner arrived shortly after they ordered it; they ate in silence for a few minutes.Tara was enjoying the night more than she expected too. The conversation picked up again and then they realized the time and decided they were done. George asked.