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her opinions about politics, books and movies. She was an intelligent woman who knew what she wanted—all that was missing was her Mr. Right, and Keenan was just the man to help her out.

Chapter 5
    R odeo Drive had long been the premier shopping area for the Hollywood elite. It was one of the few places where old and new money mingled. Despite the shaky economy there were still plenty of Mercedeses and Bentleys lining the sidewalks. All along the pearly, pristine strip a fresh batch of starry-eyed actresses wandered, with their traveling posses and paparazzi.
    Keenan pulled up to Body by Jalila shortly after eleven. He had called earlier and spoken with the receptionist and had been told that the best time to catch the owner was between the hours of eleven and three. Now that he was here, he wasn’t quite sure just how to go about doing this. First of all, there was no reason in the world this Jalila would accept his offer this timeeither, and second, he hadn’t run his idea by Nitara. He was flying solo on this one.
    Keenan killed the engine and hopped out of his cobalt-blue Bentley Continental GTC. A group of leggy women strolled toward him. Each lowered her shades and flashed him a flirtatious smile.
    â€œLadies,” he greeted them, tilting his head in a slight nod. After their smattering of giggles, Keenan smiled and slid on his Hugo Boss sunglasses. He loved this town.
    The moment he entered the day spa he was instantly greeted by the welcoming scent of jasmine and orange blossoms. He smiled, drew in a deep breath and immediately relaxed. The place was much bigger than it looked from the outside. The décor of white and silver gave the place a modern chic feel, while the music pouring through the speakers was an odd combination of nature sounds and classical piano.
    â€œGood morning.”
    Keenan glanced toward the receptionist’s desk and smiled at a beautiful, full-figured woman with a mammoth afro. He approached the desk and read her name tag. “Good morning, Tracee.”
    â€œWelcome to Body by Jalila,” she chirped. “May I help you?”
    Removing his shades, Keenan flashed his best smile. “Yes. I’m here to see Jalila Goodwyn.”
    She frowned and glanced down at the calendar in front of her. “Do you have an appointment?”
    â€œUh, no. Not exactly,” he admitted, still trying to charm her with his smile.
    Tracee smiled back. “Your name?”
    He hesitated. It wasn’t like Jalila was going to recognize the name unless she’d actually read his business card.
    Tracee arched a pencil-thin brow at him. “Sir?”
    â€œUh, it’s Keenan Armstrong,” he answered, taking a chance.
    â€œAnd is this personal or business?” she queried.
    â€œIt’s personal…no, it’s business—make that personal.”
    Tracee’s expression turned dubious. “Well, which one is it?”
    â€œBoth.” He chuckled. “It’s complicated.”
    The receptionist looked him up and down, probably trying to decide whether to call her boss or 911.
    â€œLook, I promise you. I’m on the up-and-up.”
    Tracee picked up the phone. “Ms. Goodwyn, there is a gentleman here to see you.” Pause. “A Keenan Armstrong.” Pause. “He said it was both.”
    Keenan smiled. He was getting closer to his goal. He thought about the beauty whose videos he’d spent all night watching and felt a little flutter in the pit of his stomach.
    â€œYes, ma’am. I’ll tell him,” Tracee said and then hung up the phone.
    â€œMs. Goodwyn is in a meeting but she’ll be right out in a few minutes.”
    â€œThank you.” He rewarded Tracee with another smile and then turned away from her. He faced a long display wall with neatly arranged lemon-colored bottles. He leaned in and read the labels on the different bottles of cleansers, lotions and moisturizers.
    â€œHave you ever tried