"Game set!" Marcus yelled, lobbing the ball across the net to Ethan.

His face a mask of intense concentration, Ethan watched the ball arching towards him, every muscle tense and ready to spring. As the ball bounced into his side of the court, he unfurled from a crouch and with a powerful swing of the racket, sent the ball flying back towards Marcus.

A triumphant grin spread over his face as Marcus missed the shot, the slew of obscenities his friend let loose only serving to add to his good humor.

"Tired Marc?" Ethan walked over to the net, watching as Marcus dabbed at the sweat running down his face with a towel.

"Nah..." Marcus grinned; face red with the exertion of an hour of hard playing. "I'm just gonna be the good guy and let you win this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky though, so enjoy this while you can."

"Yeah sure," Ethan said, his tone heavily laced with sarcasm. "Guess I owe you for this one."

"Damn right." Marcus grinned. He fell into step beside Ethan as the two men made their way towards the locker room. "Though, I probably shouldn't have drunk so much last night. That slowed down my reflexes a lot.

"So you admit I won cos I'm in much better shape?"

Marcus snorted. "Dude, I can beat your ass any other day. Today was just a fluke."

They entered the main building of the exclusive sports club, the cool air washing over them, cooling them down. A waiter approached with a tray bearing two tall glasses of orange juice and offered it to them.

Ethan declined his drink, choosing instead to hit the showers first. As the hot spray hit his body, he shut his eyes and let his mind wander. As it always did these past few days, his thoughts turned to a certain plump brown eyed woman. Erin.

Not for the first time, he caught his mind wandering to the scene in her apartment. The sight of that body had nearly made him reconsider his taste in women. Even thinking about her right now made him hard in a way no woman ever had. What was it about this brown eyed witch that turned him on?

She was everything he despised in a woman- headstrong, mouthy and snobbish and yet- he reluctantly admitted to himself that he enjoyed sparing with her. It always delighted him no end to watch the way she responded to him, trying to deny her body's response when they both knew better. To watch the varying displays of emotion cross her face while she argued with him, insulted him, threatened him all in the space of one conversation.

I should just screw her and be done with this. Ethan thought, resting his head against the cool tiles while the hot water sluiced down his body. Have one night of hot wild sex then put Erin out of his mind for good.

His body stirred in anticipation of their meeting later today. No doubt, it would be as fiery and heated as their previous encounters. Why he looked forward to that meeting, he had no idea. Just that being with Erin stirred his blood- and annoyed the crap out of him.

Ethan glanced down at his groin in disgust. He was harder than hell and he needed to do something about it soon or one day, he might be tempted to make good on his threat to Erin. An image of Erin pushed up against the wall, shapely legs locked around his waist, teeth grazing his neck while he pounded into her soft, willing-

"Christ!" He muttered. Forcing the image out of his mind, he reached for the cold water knob and turned it on full blast. The icy water did little to curb his arousal and he groaned, reaching for the bar of soap.

A few minutes later, he stepped out of the stall and headed for his locker. The "locker" in question was nothing like the ones in his high school days, rather this one could be more aptly described as a closet. The locker ran from floor to ceiling and the space within could conveniently hold an assortment of sports equipment and clothes.

This early in the morning, the place was bare of any other patrons and Ethan was glad he did not have to make conversation with anyone.

He had a mission and that was to catch Erin before she left her apartment.

He would willingly bet a million dollars that the little minx planned to be a safe distance from the hotel before eleven am. Ethan couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as he imagined how frustrated Erin would be when he showed up before she had a chance to escape. This was too easy.

Dressing quickly in faded jeans and a fresh t-shirt, Ethan made his way to the bar.

He spotted Marcus as soon as he entered. His friend was standing by the bar, still in his tennis outfit. He appeared to be engrossed in conversation with two blonde women, and from his stance, Ethan could figure out his friend was laying on the charm.

Ethan slid onto the empty bar stool next to Marcus and listened to his friend describing the Lamborghini he'd recently purchased. The taller of the two women lounged against the bar, the neckline of her white blouse low enough to give a view of an impressive rack.

As Ethan sat down, she looked towards him, the bored expression on her face vanishing in an instant to be replaced by one of keen interest. He watched in mild amusement as she straightened, tugging her blouse even lower till he could just see the red tops of the lacy bra she wore underneath. She flashed him a coy smile while her eyes slowly traveled down his body, her body language sending out an open invitation to him.

Ethan returned the smile. Perhaps a wild night with a sexy blonde was just the thing he needed. And this woman ogling him was definitely the kind of woman he took to his bed.

"What can I get you sir?" The bartender came up to him.

Breaking eye contact with the hot blonde, Ethan turned to give the man his attention. "A bottle of water please."

The bartender nodded and moved away.

"Hey buddy!" Marcus finally noticed Ethan sitting behind him. "Didn't see you come in."

"Yeah, I noticed." Ethan said, his tone laced with dry humor. He nodded towards the women who were both now watching him with identical flirtatious looks. "Not that I blame you. I would be distracted too if I were in the presence of these lovely ladies."

Marcus laughed, not in the least bit fazed. He turned back to the women and made the introductions.

"Ethan, meet Mia," He gestured towards the tall blonde who flashed Ethan yet another smile and murmured hello. "And this is her sister Kasey. They just moved here from Weston and this is their first visit to the club."

"Pleasure to meet you ladies," Ethan said, taking their hands for a handshake. Mia's hand lingered on his, her eyes making promises he could interpret so well.

"Aren't you the guy on the cover of last month's issue of the Cosmopolitan?" Mia asked. "The CEO of some construction company?"

Ethan grinned, still holding on to her hand. "Yeah that's me."

"You must be very smart. Smart and handsome -a good combination." Kasey chipped in.

"Nah!" Ethan said, his gaze moving slowly down her body. Kasey was just as hot as her sister, though her eyes held a hint of intelligence that belied her looks.

The bartender slid a bottle of chilled mineral water towards Ethan. Unscrewing the cap, Ethan took a long drink, fully aware of Mia watching every move with a hungry look in her eyes. He had no doubt she would jump at the chance to spend the night in his bed if he asked.

Lowering the bottle, he stole a quick glance at his watch and rose.

"Where are you going man?" Marcus stopped ogling Kasey's impressive bosom, looking askance at Ethan.

"I have somewhere I need to be." Ethan said, giving Mia an apologetic look. She looked disappointed, but for the life of him, he could not bring himself to flirt with her.

"Do you come here often?" Mia laid a hand on his arm, green eyes looking hopeful.

"Every other weekend, though I'm not sure our paths will cross." Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan noticed Marcus staring at him in disbelief. He shrugged, not caring if his friend thought he had lost his mind in turning down the advances of a gorgeous willing woman.