Friends With Way Too Many Benefits by Luke Young, Ian Dalton

try to blackmail a witness?"
    "That was never proven."
    "All right, but Jillian Grayson is a producer on the movie and she would never—"
    "Jeremy?" Interrupting him, she slipped into her large luxurious suite, slammed the door and stood in front of her king sized bed adorned with a pink satin comforter.
    "What?"
    Flopping back on her bed, she put on an evil grin as she switched into a soft, sexy voice. "Jeremy?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Can't you just reach out to them to see what they say?"
    He sighed.
    "Do you remember that night after the Playmate of the Year party?"
    "Yeah, sure, it was… wow. But, uh, what about it?"
    With her eyes narrowing, she growled, "Don’t you think you owe me?"
    After ten seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, she repeated "You owe me this, Jeremy."
    "All right, I'll try, but don't get your hopes up."
    "Then you'd better not get your hopes up about another night like that or being my manager for much longer. Got it!"
    "I said I'll—"
    Pulling the phone from her ear, she ended the call, tossed it on the bed and sighed. She flipped over onto her stomach, holding her chin up with her hands and stared down at the pure white shag carpet. Spotting her pink iPad mini on the floor, she smiled.
    After retrieving it, she performed a Google search first to recall the director's name then to learn all that she could about him. The more she discovered about his bad boy partying reputation and obsession with health and physical fitness— from running to yoga to working out, the more she smiled.

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    Back in Miami, Victoria entered the crowded tennis club and scanned the room for Jim, but she didn't see him. One by one she noticed the super-attractive staff she didn't recognize— a young man and woman behind the counter who could pass for runway models. Then she spotted a drop dead gorgeous male instructor rushing through the lobby. Mesmerized, she moved to the large glass wall to view the courts below and spotted a female tennis instructor working with a man. She was dressed in the standard issue white staff shirt, but hers was probably two sizes too small with every fiber straining to contain her magnificent breasts.
    The young man behind the counter called out, "Victoria?"
    "Yes."
    "Hi, I recognized you from your picture."
    She gave him a confused look.
    He said, "In Jim's office."
    "Oh, okay." She moved to the counter and read the name tag off his astonishingly defined pectoral muscle. "Todd."
    He smiled. "It's nice to meet you."
    "Great meeting you. Are you new here?"
    "It's my third week."
    Her gaze dipped down quickly to his well-defined biceps then returned to his face. "I haven't been here in a couple months, but it seems like there are a lot of new faces."
    "Yeah, I've heard a lot of the members saying that."
    She looked past Todd to the open office door and found it empty. "Do you know where Jim is?"
    "He's in massage room B." He glanced to the clock. "He should be out in a few minutes. You can wait for him back there if you want."
    "Thank you." She made her way back to the new spa addition and stepped into the calming environment of the feng shui decorated waiting area. Finding it empty, she walked to the only door and leaned in close to it, listening. Unable to hear a thing, she cupped her hand against her ear and remained perfectly still.
    Suddenly the door opened and a twenty something tall blonde appeared and looked at her, surprised. "Oh…"
    Victoria jumped back. "Sorry, I, uh—" She looked the young woman over from head to toe noting her perfect body, super-tight white yoga pants and even tighter shirt.
    "Can I help you find something?"
    "Jim."
    She smiled. "You're his girlfriend, right?"
    "Yes, Victoria Wilde."
    "Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Ashley."
    "Ashley." Victoria delivered a polite smile.
    The young masseuse narrowed her eyes. "You look so familiar, I mean, I've seen your picture, but your voice… where do I know you from?"
    "Not sure."
    Ashley shrugged. "Anyway, we just