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Subtly, I send a code to Mack via my phone, casually closing my laptop slipping it into my black messenger bag with my leather-bound notebook and bright stationery.
I slide off my chair as gracefully as my fake eight-month pregnant swollen belly can muster and put on Tucker’s leather jacket, the one I can’t seemnotto wear.
I’m ready to begin Act One of my final performances up on the stage by taking that key right out from under Miss Afternoon Delight’s nose.
“Excuse me,” I say in the sweetest Southern Legally Blonde voice I’ve been using while placing one hand under my protruding belly. I’m eyeing up the key attached to the wooden spoon with fake desperation. It must be a gimmicky thing, but I hope Mario doesn’t spank his AD with it. “Would you mind if I quickly use the bathroom ahead of y’all? My bladder is about to explode if I don’t get to the dang toilet.” I have gotten told I have expressive eyes, so I use what my fake Southern Ma and Pap gave me and plead for understanding.
Mario eyes me up and down with appreciation while giving AD the tiniest tilt of his head, which you would only have caught if you were looking for it, silently telling her to stand down.
I dressed to impress today because I needed time ahead of their hookup to set up our work plan, and it looks like my outfit has done its job.
“I think this lovely young lady would gladly accommodate you.” Mr. Slimeball hands over the wooden spoon and AD slinks back to her table.
Game on!
I turn to acknowledge her. “Thank you, darlin.’ I will try to be quick, but you know…” I gently pat my tummy.
Mr. Slimeball has the nerve to joke, “That’s what my pregnant fiancée says, too. She’s always in the bathroom peeing.”
I look at the slimeball. “Could you be a darlin’ and please keep my table reserved until I return?”
“I’ll see to it myself, and you can leave your laptop and things there if you want, and I’ll watch over them for you, saves you carrying that weight to the toilet.”Not likely.
I grasp my messenger bag tighter. “Oh, it’s no trouble. Call it training for when I have a little one attached to my hip.” I casually wave away his concern while giving him a sweet ol’ innocent smile, sure to block further dialogue.
To keep up the ruse of busting to use the restroom, I hold my hand out for the wooden spoon and then put on the required waddle down the hallway.
On the short walk to 4B, I can’t seem to get that darn song by Starland out of my head as I enter the bathroom singingAfternoon Delightinside my head.
I open my bag up to retrieve the devices and get to sticking the two bugs and two micro-cameras in the places Mack had mapped out for me from the images he took when he scoped the small area out previously.
Mrs. Diamond wants the proof delivered to her this way and no other. It is on her dime; we put up cameras and microphones. She doesn’t want her daughter falling for any lies. A picture does indeed paint a thousand words.
Mack will be in his place, ready to record from the outside, and then he will retrieve the bugs and cameras, using the key we had cut once I have both movie stars back inside the café.
When I’m satisfied everything is hidden and in place, I retouch my makeup and talk to Mack via my earpiece, then leave the restroom, giving a subtle nod in Mack’s direction before making my way back inside the café.
I make a beeline for today’s afternoon delight, handing over the baton for 4B into her hand while covering up the motion of sticking a listening device to the underside of their table before seating myself back down and letting Mack know the AD is in flight.
Girlsalwaystalk, so I’m hoping AD will supply her friend with a blow-by-blow (pun intended) of her sexual exploits after her session with Mario.
I set my laptop back up and busy myself, glancing around the café, noting there are only a couple of tables filled now. Today’s AD session is a lot later than the other days. It is nearing three-thirty, and the café shuts at four.
I watch Mario at the counter receive a call on his phone and then walk away from my line of sight.
I’m wearing micro earpieces, and a microphone is attached to the inside collar of the leather jacket.
“Skyrocket in flight,” I whisper to Mack.
One porno. Coming up!
Sixty-Six
THE DUKE HAS ARRIVED
Mack
“What the hell?” I mutter as Phoenix’s Ducati parks next to my SUV in the back parking lot. I know that isn’t my business partner sitting on The Duke because it is ahe.
