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igital alarm clock and see the time: 8:30AM. My heart begins to race. I realize that t

o me. As I jump into the shower, my mind races with millions of possibilities. Why is he sending a car? Where are we going? Maybe I will be

e nothing to wear! My closet is a mess of dirty clothes, jeans, sh

t white blouse. It's 8:50. Fuck! I don't have time to do my hair the way I want it. I keep my make-up tasteful and opt for pink lipstick. Red wi

k around for a car. I'm thinking that Mr. Peak will have me picked up in a black Town Car. The Satu

see a large silver sedan pull up in the alleyway. Oh my God. Is that a Rolls-Royce?

ack suit. "Hello Ms. Salamuri," the driver says as he opens the door for me. I want t

nd takes off. I look around the the interior of this car. This doesn't ev

onto Venice Boulevard, headed towards Santa Monica. Perhaps we are going back to the office and Mr. Peak is simply kind enough to offer me

and look out of the window. As we sit at a light, I notice all the other drivers staring at the Rolls-Royce They are probably won

not headed towards the office. I keep looking at the other drivers as the

away from the ocean. Perhaps Mr. Peak lives in Beverly Hills or Bel-Air? Ma

a Municipal Airport. As a resident of Venice Beach, I am used to seeing the private jets fly overhead as they depart and land at this little a

opens the door for me. I step out of the car and look at the driver. He le

erday. Mr. Peak is talking to his as**sistant. Then the billionaire looks right at me a

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e handlers to a large private jet about a hundred yards away from us. Mr. Peak is tapping messages into his iPhone. As

was ask. I begin to get very comfortable. Heck, I am almost playful at this point. I l

iness trip. It won't feel like one. But, trust me, I don't fly thousands of miles out of

rivate jet. Much to my surprise, he allows me to board first. This is his first real act of chivalry. Perhaps this

be about six feet tall with platinum blonde hair and impossibly long legs. In short, this s

ook around at the most opulent interior of any aircraft I have ever seen in my life

of the craft. He makes his way to a big, leather chair near the rear of the p

t she is going to make a move on him. She is so f**king gorgeous it is starting to piss me o

ation on his drink. However, he doesn't place the glass towards

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