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reason. The instant connection I got from Izzy made me feel like I cheated on Sheila or something. I shook my head and realized I didn’t cheat or anything stupid like that. I get chicks hitting on me all the time, why would this feeling I got from Izzy be any different?
    Figuring out what to do next, I made a call to Mick for Izzy’s fake ID’s. I just need to make sure it’s not a slutty name since she didn’t seem keen on that. I also need to try not to sound too urgent so I wouldn’t owe him too much.
    With that done, books were next. At least Mary was good at bookkeeping because obviously that wasn’t the case in her choice of who she fucked.
     

Chapter 3
    Izzy
     
    As we walked back to the townhouse, my mind wandered to my new boss, Z. I knew I shouldn’t have romantic thoughts about him, nor any man right now for that matter, but I couldn’t help it. The connection we seemed to have from just looking at each other was incredibly intense. Just thinking about him made my heart beat faster. Gorgeous was the word that came to mind. Wait, maybe it was handsome, hot, amazing. It was hard to pick one word to describe him. Tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms made me believe he definitely worked out a lot to keep in shape. His t-shirt was tight enough not to be obnoxious, but definitely hinted to his well-defined abs. His hair color seemed to be the same sandy blonde color as mine, maybe a bit darker, but I’m sure his wasn’t highlighted by a hairdresser every three weeks to be the perfect shade. His strong jaw line and masculine cheek bones seemed to be carved by the best sculptor. And then his eyes, piercing grey blue that seemed to look into my soul, but at the same time were so caring and warm.
    I sighed and tried to remind myself that I don’t need to be consumed by another man right now. HE still consumed my thoughts, but there was something about Z that was so different, almost completely opposite of HIM. The caring attraction that he seemed to exude from our quick introduction seemed so sincere. Or was that my imagination? I just felt an electric current between us, especially when we shook hands. But then again, it could be my mind running wild; too much has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m sure I’m just not thinking straight.
    Hoping he might be a jerk who slept around so I could stop thinking about him, I asked Melanie, “So, Z seems pretty nice. Do you think he’ll be a good boss like Ron was?” I mentioned Ron, my former manager from Smith’s because he slept with any girl that walked, well, except his staff. He made sure to treat us all with respect. I was hoping Melanie got my hint of what I was implying.
    She frowned and shook her head. “Sort of. I see the way he treats his staff. He’s great with them and very courteous, like Ron was, but he’s nothing like the dog Ron was. Z seems to try to find steady girls and treats them well. Too bad he just winds up with girls who either cheat on him or are just plain crazy. He’s living with this girl Sheila right now.” My heart sank at hearing he was living with his girlfriend, but I tried not to show any reaction as I continued to listen. “But she’s such a bitch! I can’t stand her! And lately she’s been playing way too many head games with him. I really think she’s cheating on him or something.”
    “What makes you think that?” I was curious – not that it mattered because I really need to get my head straight before thinking about any guy at all.
    “I don’t know. Remember how Frank’s girlfriend used to call him, making excuses about where she was and stuff? Then she would accuse him of cheating all the time, when really she was screwing that creepy stalker-type guy at Smith’s?” She asked, laughing. We had given him that name because he would sit at the back of the bar and stare at all the girls dancing, but wouldn’t make a move until they were drunk and ready to leave.
    “Gross. Yes, I totally