"Of course, and please, Charlie, call me Brittney. Or Britt. Can I call you Charlie?" She crossed her legs, the skirt riding up to reveal the smooth tanned skin of her thighs.

His brain went blank and his mouth watered. The woman could probably seduce a dead man with just a flash of her legs.

"Call me whatever you want." His words were harsher than he meant, but the woman frustrated him in more ways than one. He looked up from her legs and his eyes met hers. The sky blue depths sparkled, as if she knew exactly what he'd been doing and thinking.

"Funny you should mention your concern, but that's exactly why I came in to see you. I'm ready to make some rather large decisions and I need advice--financial advice. I'd like to look into some charities and make a sizeable donation. Maybe even volunteer some time, though that I can look into myself."

"Well, that's what I'm here for, financial advice. A sizeable donation to a charity is an excellent idea. Do you have any in mind?" He rested his elbows on the arms of his executive chair, steepled his fingers in front of him. At her words, a small rush of relief washed over him, thankful that she was ready to do the smart thing with her money.

Though he had to admit he was surprised she wanted to volunteer at a charity. He'd assumed the beautiful Miss Jones was only interested in her Blackberry and shopping. He had no idea she wanted to help out the needy in a hands-on manner, especially so soon after winning the money.

"Well, I want to give to the children. Troubled children, to be exact." Brittney nodded, her tiny diamond hoops swaying on her ears.

"All right, great. Did you have any specific charities in mind? Did you want to do something on a local level, state, maybe even national? Or help unfortunate children in other countries? There are a ton of charities for you to choose from, I could draw up a list..."

Brittney shook her head, her lips tight. "I have something more specific in mind, though I'm not sure it exists. I want to give to children who are in need of temporary help, kids who've been put into situations they have no control over. Maybe their mom was arrested and they have nowhere to go, so they're thrown into the foster care system when really it's completely unnecessary, not to mention scary. Is there some sort of charity that helps children out in that type of situation or something similar?"

He furrowed his brows. "I'm not exactly sure what you're referring to. Maybe we should do some research, figure out exactly what you're looking for."

She surprised him with every word that dropped from her lush mouth. Her voice was so earnest, her words backed with a strength of conviction he'd never noticed before. It piqued his curiosity, made him wonder exactly what made Brittney tick.

"Maybe I should start my own charity." Brittney shrugged her shoulders, plucked her PDA from the depths of her giant purse and tapped on the keys for a moment. "I could make some calls, look into it. I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard, especially since I have the money to back it up."

"Well, remember we all have limits, even if we are millionaires. Don't go thinking too outside the box." He smiled at her, tried to lighten the sudden somber mood that had just come over the usually sunny Miss Jones.

She dropped her Blackberry into her purse and glanced up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Wow. You should definitely do that more often."

He immediately frowned. "I should do what more often?"

"Smile. You have a great smile, dimples and everything. Who knew?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He scowled even more. What was she talking about? And how had they veered off track so quickly?

"Every time I see you, you're always so serious, Charlie. I think you need to lighten up, enjoy life a little more. Your world doesn't have to revolve around crunching numbers you know. You have a girlfriend?"

He'd had one. Until six months ago when she'd dumped him out of nowhere, informed him that she was tired of waiting for him to make the move towards marriage. Not to mention the fact she'd always complained about how uptight he was.

Shit.

"No, no, I'm single."

"Ah, well I bet that's your problem. You should go to a bar, try to meet someone. Flash that smile of yours and you'll have plenty of women surrounding you. Maybe even find someone to help, um, ease some of your troubles, so to speak. I'm sure that'll solve your grumpy mood."

"My grumpy mood? What the hell are you talking about?" Now they were discussing his sex life? And why did he keep repeating everything she said? Their conversation had spiraled completely out of control.

One minute she'd been serious, talking about charities and troubled children, and the next she was evaluating his love life. Basically telling him he needed to go out and get laid. Hell, she had a way of keeping him on his toes, that was for sure.

"I've noticed that when people are particularly cranky, it usually stems from a sexual problem or frustration. You'd be surprised at how happy and easygoing you'll be once you start getting some again." She smiled, so angelic while she spoke of getting some.

She really was odd, a bit of a puzzle, which he found intriguing. Not to mention he found her extremely attractive. What man wouldn't, though? She'd revealed a little more depth behind that beauty too.

Brittney Jones was not who he thought she was. Not at all.