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"Who's the hot blonde?" you ask your receptionist as the LPGA golfer Paula Creamer walks into your lobby, knowing you have an appointment, but wracking your brain to figure out who with.

"It's Ms. Creamer. You know, the golfer?" she answers you, shocked that there was a woman in your office you don't recognize.

"She's smokin', whoever she is. Please send her in," you reply as Paula is buzzed in wearing a form-fitting (and what a form it is, you think to yourself), little black dress.

"Please have a seat Paula," you tell her after briefly exchanging pleasantries with her, inviting her to sit on your couch.

"Thanks for meeting with me today John," she tells you as you begin the work on a contract for her, "most big-time agents don't take us very seriously. That's why I'm here."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Paula," you tell her as you finish typing up the contract, already smitten with her, "but if someone as hot as you came into my office, I'd definitely take you seriously."

"Aw, sweet boy," she teases you, taking the contract and leaving with it as she smiles at you, both of you feeling good about this possible arrangement already.