Unleashed by Brittney N.

and called the reception area to have a car ready for her. Deciding that she wouldn’t be long, she informed the concierge that the driver would be paid for two hours of their time and to pick her up at two. After she hung up the phone Emma went downstairs to the restaurant inside the hotel and chose the lunch size chicken parmesan with garlic and penne pasta. She ordered a glass of Merlot as well to help calm her nerves. She didn’t even know why, but she was so nervous to meet Zack. Sexy Zack. Beautiful Zack. Edible Zack. Emma licked her lips at the possibilities that popped up in her head of what could happen between the sheets with her and Zack. There was something so powerful about his being that radiated pure sexiness. Emma kept daydreaming even as the waiter brought her food to the table and tried to pinpoint just why she wanted Zack so badly.
     
    Zack couldn’t help but smile for the rest of the morning. Placing his shades over his eyes, he walked to the pool area of one of the popular casino spots. Waving to people he knew. Zack took a seat in front of the Tiki Bar and ordered a Scotch on the rocks. He sipped it slowly as he turned and admired all of the people hanging out around the cabanas and the pool. He watched as men would approach ladies to either be rejected or accepted, some by themselves, others had an audience watching. Zack knew all too well the pressure of trying to get a female’s number while his boys were watching. That usually meant that there was no room for error. So Zack would have to pick and choose his words wisely as well as the female.
    Zack could always identify which ladies would be a little harder than the others. Some could be determined just by their outfits alone, others were their body language. But the one thing that never seemed to fail him, was the look in a females eyes when he approached them. Starting the conversation off right was important. When the lady squints a little bit, it’s usually to throw a man off. Instead, she’s observing the male in a way that allows her to seem standoffish but not so much so that he runs away. Zack loved that look, because somehow he always intrigued a woman to the point of where she wanted to know more about him. By that time, Zack would become more vague about himself and show just how much of a gentleman he could be by saying, “No, no, enough about me. What about you?”
    By that time, the woman would become intrigued by the conversation and would start to smile and speak about herself casually. That was the part that made him laugh the most, because somehow in that bit of time is when most of their accomplishments in life would be spoken on.  Zack thought back to his memories of being a very good bachelor, one that women loved and men despised or even envied. He had no problem with having that title at that point in his life, but lately he began to cringe when people would bring up his nickname, “Bachelor Zack”. Without a doubt, he earned that title. Women knew what to expect from him before they or even he approached them, purely sex. It was all about the physicality of the encounters. Nothing else seemed to matter. But for some reason he couldn’t get it out of his mind that there was a strong possibility he was going to want to know more than his mystery woman’s body. Whatever the peculiar purpose was behind that desire, he didn’t care at the moment. All he knew was that he wanted to know more about Emma.
     
    Samantha sat bored at her desk. She felt like she had nothing to do with her life and she was getting tired of sitting around and cleaning printers in the office for goodness sakes. I’m an assistant dammit! Not a janitor. Surely there was something that Emma had left for her to do. She’d been in work three hours already and all Hank wanted her to do was clean and check on the ink supplies in the other rooms and floors. For some reason she felt that there was tension between her and Hank but she couldn’t figure