Your eyes meet and you know in that instant who he is, though you have yet to learn his name...something about him seem so familiar. A confident man who knows where he is going and what it takes to get there, but who refuses to take himself too seriously along the way. With his smile he can brighten a room on the darkest day and his eyes could burn to the core of your soul if he chose to do so. His laugh resonates happiness, leaving you searching for a way to make it happen again.

He wears his position like a favorite pair of blue jeans; comfortably causal in a sexy sort of way. He never meets a person he doesn't like, until they give him reason not to. He's flippant and cocky, exuding what some might define as shallow arrogance; until you come upon him standing by a window, looking out at something only he can see...and in that moment his depth is reflected in his gaze and you can't help but wish you were there with him; wherever that place might happen to be.

He's the kind of man a woman wants in her bedroom when she is sick, and in her bed when she's not; a man who takes greater pleasure in giving than he does in receiving. The kind of man who leaves a woman satiated while yearning for more. This is a man that every woman dreams of...the only one who lives in mine-


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