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The Hunter(16)

By:J. D. Chase




I lifted my head and considered Chad’s idea. Worth a shot, I thought. I carried an assortment of sushi and my large cocktail into my bedroom and fired up my laptop.



I entered Lucas Hunter into the search bar and pressed enter. Within seconds, the screen was full of search results. Popping a slice of California roll into my mouth, I began to sift through the results. After a while, I realized that every entry related to business matters. Nothing about the man himself - just the mention of his name.



I finished up my sushi and was just draining my cocktail glass when Angel popped her head around the door. “How’s it going?” she asked eagerly. “Don’t worry; Chad has gone for a shower.”



“I have found loads of search results but they just concern his business interests. He has his fingers in lots of pies - particularly in the construction industry. He runs Hunter Enterprises and he does indeed, own the Orion building,” I informed her. “But there is nothing about the man himself.”



“What about photographs?” she demanded. “I need to see what he looks like. I need to see why he has affected you so much.”



“We need to see whether he is the man that we think he is!” I laughed. “But there are not photographs of him on here at all.”



“Are you sure?” she asked, leaning over my laptop. “Here, click to search images.”



Almost immediately, the screen was filled with little thumbnail images of lots of different men. I scrolled down and Angel spotted a scantily clad model with a heavenly body, glistening in oil, his hands. “That’s not him, is it?” she squeaked.



“No, I can’t speak for his body - it was covered up …” I broke off because I suddenly knew, with total conviction, that his body was at least as good as the one that Angel was openly ogling on the screen. My mouth was suddenly dry and I had to swallow several times before I could continue speaking. “He was even better looking than him, he was all man. That is a mere boy by comparison.”



“Hmmm,” said Angel, twirling her hair around her finger. “I just don’t get it. Why would someone with his looks and wealth not be out there in the public eye with a beautiful girl on his arm?”



“I have no idea but I think it may have something to do with his social skills,” I murmured, as I continued to scroll through the images that ranged from drop dead gorgeous to some really weird looking individuals.



“What do you mean?” Angel asked, cocking her head on to one side.



“Well, when I ran in to him on Sunday evening, he didn’t speak.” I began.



“You didn’t either!” she teased. “You said you just stood there drooling at him”



“Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” I said indignantly. “But he is a multimillionaire who owns the whole building. He should have felt much more relaxed about bumping in to me on his own turf than I did, bumping in to him. He snapped angrily when I ran into him - that‘s hardly the crime of the century. Then he disappeared without a word.”



“Unless your beauty stunned him too,” she said sagely. “You could easily have rendered him speechless. Remember what you were wearing!”



I tutted and rolled my eyes. “Why would he vanish like that? And where did he go?”



“Back up his ivory tower?” Angel giggled but then stopped suddenly. “I know; his secret elevator must have been nearby.”



I thought about it for a second. It would explain how he disappeared without a trace so quickly.



“I wonder why he was in the elevator with me yesterday. Clark was insistent that he never, ever uses it,” I pondered.



“To see you?” she suggested dreamily. “Perhaps he truly was mesmerized by you.”



“Oh per-lease,” I said, rolling my eyes. “For one thing, how did he know I was going to be in the elevator? He must have been in there before me, standing behind the group of people. Do you think he spent all morning, riding the elevator - just in case I stepped in? That’s not mesmerized … that’s mental!”



Angel was twisting her hair furiously. “Who knows? Don’t forget that I have seen what happens when guys are mesmerized by you. It is tragic to watch them throwing themselves at you, to watch them seeking just a moment of your attention only to see you chew them up and spit them out!”



I froze, appalled at her words. “I do not chew men up and spit them out! Just because I enjoy sex but don’t want a relationship ... men do it all the time. Why shouldn‘t I? You make me sound like a whore!”