Douglas Castle had roamed his eyes all over me sceptically when his sister introduced me to him.
If I wasn't so determined, maybe I would have turned away, taken the next flight back to California and forget any of that ever happened.
None of the pictures I saw of him did justice to Douglas Castle. The man stands at a whooping six foot, inches taller than me, with a body of a Calvin Klein model and the muscles of someone fit to be an athlete. I guess someone's been visiting every gym in every city he travels to.
His frame was so domineering that just a single hit from him and you would probably see stars for as long as you feel the pain of his blow. I won't deny the fact that I was intimidated by him.
But he had a very handsome face for his age. If I wasn't younger, he would have swiftly taken up my crown as California's sweetheart.
"He's also the heir of Lithe Technologies! Can you believe that?"
