I could touch them without using my hands and bring them to instant arousal with one trace of my tongue across my lips. By simply popping open the buttons on my blazer and dress shirt, exposing the chiseled perfection beneath my clothes, I could bring a crowd of women who didn't even know my government name to screams, rendering them helpless against my masculine wilds, throwing all their extra cash at my feet, or rushing the stage to stuff it in my slacks. And that was all well and good. It's what I signed up for when I agreed to join the Stone Bodies family. But the one thing I wanted more than all this money and attention from strangers who only knew me as The Gentleman, was the heart of a woman who knew the real me. Tori, the sister of my best friend, who was more like family, had me sitting in the friends with benefits zone so long, I felt like a permanent tenant. It was enough for her, being able to come and go as she pleased without forming any attachment that included monogamy. And I'll be honest, I thought I could be cool with it too, at first. But I wasn't. I never would be. I could deal with the separation that came after the lights went down on stage, and the women who had just used my body as a subject for the night's fantasies were moving on without me. But I couldn't accept that from Tori. She was different in the best kind of way. The kind that you want to yourself. The kind that you want forever.