JL tilted her head, offered a big smile, then did a weird posturing thing where she angled one shoulder toward him then the other. “Hi, I’m Jennifer Leigh.”
Is she flirting with me?
“Let’s sit,” JL suggested.
After pulling out Caroline’s chair, he waited for her to be seated. “You good?”
She smiled up at him and he sat next to her.
“Wow, so you two look like you’re ready to burn down the town,” JL said. “Caroline, you look pretty, but you’re kinda out there. I mean, you usually hide the girls.”
Greystone did not want to get in the middle of a pissing match over Caroline’s breasts, but hewascurious how she’d respond.
“Sydney says, ‘If you got ‘em, flaunt ‘em.’” She nodded toward the empty seat. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Erik had to make a call.” She flicked her hand. “He’s got several big projects going on back in Dubai.”
“Doesn’t he work for you?” Caroline asked. Before JL could answer, Caroline added, “JL runs a janitorial?—”
“I own Federal Commercial Cleaning Services,” JL said, cutting her off. “I’ve got the largest government contract for custodial services. There’s big bucks in that.” She looked down her nose at Caroline. “I offered our little Caroline a chance to interview, but she likes her assistant job.”
Caroline fastened her arm around his shoulder. “I’m happy where I am.”
JL stared at Caroline’s hand on his shoulder, then glanced from her to him.
“Erik, my boyfriend, he runs my day-to-day operations.” She fluffed her short hair with her fingers. “Did I tell you we went to California?”
“You mentioned it,” Caroline replied.
“Erik has another trip coming up.” JL tapped her finger against her lips. “I can’t remember where?—”
A man loomed into view, stopping at the table. JL whipped her head toward him and squealed. “There you are!” She jumped up, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. “Hey, you. You were gone a while.”
Erik moved her away. “Yeah, it’s all good.” He glanced up at the exotic dancer on stage, then regarded Greystone and Caroline.
Greystone stood. He had five or six inches on Erik and peered down at him.
“I’m Erik.”
“Grey.”
The two men shook hands, then sat down.
“Erik, this is Caroline,” JL said.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Erik said, his gaze cemented on Caroline. “JL, you didn’t mention that your friend is a looker.”
Have some fuckin’ class.
Erik had homed in on Caroline’s cleavage. Greystone was about to tell him to watch his eyes when JL said, “A new dancer just walked out.”
Erik jerked his head toward the stage, severing his attachment to Caroline’s breasts.
Greystone was not liking this guy.
“How was your call?” JL asked.
“It was good,” Erik said. “I might have to jump back to Dubai for a while.”
