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“When do they want to meet?” I asked.

“Thirty minutes.”

If he got in the car with me, his raised handprints would be on my ass cheeks before the night was over. I needed a way out, and I needed it fast.

“Ride with Kate,” I said. “I’ll meet you two there.”

“No can do,” Kate said, tapping her index finger against the face of her watch. “I’m meeting someone for drinks.”

“When?” I blurted.

“Thirty minutes.” She stood. “Twenty, really.”

“Where’s Janine?”

“Estero.”

I looked at Devin. Remembering the mistakes of my past was crucial to my success. If being hornswoggled out of my savings, cheated on, and humiliated wasn’t enough, nothing would be.

I reached for my purse. “Give me two minutes. I’ll meet you at the door.”

He undressed me with his eyes. “All right.”

My gaze fell to his crotch.

His burrito twitched.

Fearing I was losing my mind, I met his gaze. I needed reassurance that what I thought happened hadn’t.

He winked and turned away.

I quickly looked to Kate’s chair. It was empty.

I drew a breath of courage and headed for the door. If we didn’t stop for drinks, everything should be fine.

Just fine.

Chapter Seven

Devin

Sitting within a few feet of Teddi in her Range Rover, it was impossible to deny her natural beauty. In a city where Botox injections, breast enhancements, and liposuction were the norm, she appeared to be sans any visible enhancements.

Although I hated to admit it, there was really no room for Teddi to improve in the looks department. Personality-wise, however, she could’ve used an augmentation. She hadn’t said two words since we left the office.

To keep myself from nursing a stiff dick for the entire ride, I attempted to gaze straight ahead during most of the trip across town. When the occasion arose, I stole quick glances at her. Any man deprived of sexual contact for eight years would have done the same thing.

Her blond hair was pinned in a bun. The skintight tangerine dress she wore had a low neckline and thin straps that draped over each shoulder. Her right wrist was decorated with multiple gold bracelets and her left with a gold watch. Two gold necklaces dangled over a valley of cleavage that garnered my attention each time I looked in her direction.

As much as I hoped to stare straight at the road ahead, my eyes rattled back and forth like a pachinko ball.

Teddi complained about an elderly driver in a Bentley convertible. I took the opportunity to take another look at her gravity-defying tits.

“I can’t believe she’s just sitting there,” Teddi seethed. “The light’s been green for at least sixty seconds.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t honked.”

“It doesn’t matter how mad I get, I don’t honk. I hate it when people do that to me, so I don’t do it to them.”