chapter 2

Declan St. James, CEO of DSJ Technologies and thirty-five year old billionaire. Cold, only by choice, because so many of the people he came in contact with only wanted him for his money and power.

                               

Standing at six foot, six inches, his body an amazing testament to godlike genes, sported a broad, muscled chest, biceps that could make women weak, narrow waist, and the V that led to his amazing c*ck.

                               

He wouldn't deny that he was extremely endowed in that department and if he'd been a bragging man, he could tell you all the women he'd pleasured, had no complaints.

                               

He knew how to satisfy.

                               

With black hair, shadow of stubble and the bluest eyes you'd ever seen, women stopped and stared everywhere he went and men were always trying to get his business acumen.

(Murray Rothchild, head of DSJ Technologies security and best friend to Declan St. James)

                               

"Speak to me, Murray" Declan said into his phone. He was speaking with Murray Rothchild, his head of security.

                               

"Your meeting with the Japanese conglomerate has been set for three o'clock our time. Plus we tracked down the terminal that was used for the file transfer.

                               

We were able to insert a Trojan program that will d******d along with the stolen file, so the minute they put the flash drive into their computer, it's gonna crash."

                               

That's why Declan loved Murray. He was a retired Navy Seal and came highly recommended. That was twelve years ago and next to his CFO, Nigella Ambrose, Murray was his closest friend.

                               

"Great. As*holes screwed with the wrong person and company" Declan told his friend. Murray agreed and said he would keep him posted.

                               

After hanging up with Murray, he needed to speak with Nigella.

                               

"Jan, can you call Nigella and ask her to meet me in my office, please? Thank you" he told his assistant.

                               

Swirling around in his office chair, he gazed out the window, atop the 50th floor of his immense office building, taking in the enormity of his city, Boston.

                               

"Hey Dec" Nigella's voice called out, breaking his daydreaming. Turning around, he smiled at his friend, indicating for her to sit down.

                               

"What's the matter, St. James?" He didn't know how she did it, but she always picked up on his moods, anything that was troubling him, she could tell.

                               

"Murray tracked down the terminal that was used for the file d******d. He implemented his protocol and it's going to be d******ded on the computer used. They won't get anything except a fried computer."

                               

Nigella chuckled and shook her head. "Murray is such a can of badassness." Declan loved her colorful descriptions and would never tire of her British humor and euphemisms.

                               

She studied him a little closer, then said "Okay that is work. Now tell me, what's really going on?"

                               

He smirked. How in the hell did she always manage that? Sometimes she really freaked him out when she did that.

                               

"You need to go out, Declan. Not to a club, but a date, in a nice restaurant and meet a nice woman."

                               

That was her answer to everything, go out on a date. So far, he hadn't listened to her, but maybe he should.

                               

"Nig, I'm so busy I don't have time to meet anyone and I'm not using a dating service. The last time I did that, she ended up being a real b*tch."

                               

"I have the perfect person in mind for you" Nigella, said grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

                               

Declan just laughed and shook his head.  "I don't know, Nig.  Can I think about it?" He asked.

                               

She nodded and got up to leave, when she turned and reminded him of their meeting with the Finance department.

                               

"You bring the numbers, I'll bring the coffee" Declan laughed.  Giving him the thumbs up, Nigella left and headed back to her office.

                               

The rest of Declan's day was filled with meetings and phone calls, he barely had enough time to breath and now his muscles screamed and ached from the tension that had built up in his shoulders.

                               

Finally six o'clock rolled around and he knew the perfect cure for relieving the stress.

                               

"Nate, Mickey's please" he said to his driver.  "Right away, Mr. St. James."

                               

Mickey's was the best gym in all of Boston as far as Declan was concerned.

                               

They trained local fighters, so they had a boxing ring, bags, mats, you name it, they had it.

                               

He needed to punch something, so a bag it would be, then a shower and bed.

                               

Any other time he would have sought out solace in a female companion but tonight, no.  He just wasn't in the mood, plus what little sexual angst he had, he could just as easily take care of it himself in the shower.

                               

Arriving at the gym, he was pleased to see that it wasn't packed and maybe he could spend his time in peace, not having to fend off females that wanted in his pants.

                               

"Mick!" Declan greeted the owner.  "Hey Dec" the older man replied.  "Spot?" Mickey asked.

                               

"Yep, if you don't mind" Declan answered, heading to the locker room to change.

                               

"Meet ya at the bag" Declan said, disappearing into the men's locker room.

                               

Declan got in a good workout and was a sweating, heaving mess by the time his two hour workout was over.

                               

Staying in his workout clothes, he would shower and change when he got home.

                               

Being glad tomorrow was Friday, he always let his employees off at two on Friday's, it helped with moral and productivity.

                               

Declan had been giving more thought to what Nigella had said about going on a date and was seriously considering it.

                               

What's the worst that could happen?  He would have a good meal, hopefully with great company and that would be that.

                               

What could possibly go wrong? 

                               

He decided to ask her in the morning to set him up with her friend, for a week's time and hopefully that would give the woman enough time to decide if she wanted to go out with him.

                               

Falling into bed, his mind quickly ran over his agenda for the following day and sighing, he shut his mind off and allowed his eyes to close, welcoming sleep as an old friend.