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Since when did he keep plugs at the office? Probably since she’d told him she didn’t mind being punished there, which she was already starting to regret. “No, Daddy. I’ll follow the rules. But I still don’t like it,” she added under her breath.
“I know.” Rising to his feet, he pulled her in for a long, simmering kiss. “Thank you for obeying anyway.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Liv! You ready? Where the—well, hey there, Mr. Sexy.” Shannon stopped in the doorway of James’s office, all sex and confidence in her skinny jeans and tummy-baring top.
“Hi, Shannon. How are you?”
Olivia wondered if he caught the flash of grief on Shannon’s face before she winked and tossed her long blonde curls over her shoulder. “Hot, successful, and brilliant. How about you?”
“Same.”
It was a game they played nearly every time they saw each other, but it never failed to make Shannon laugh. “Yeah, you are. I’m here to steal your wife for the night. Ready to paint the town red, Liv?”
“Yeah.” James squeezed her hand and she had to fight not to roll her eyes as she added, “I have a client meeting in the morning though, so I need to be home early.”
“Lame. But, same,” Shannon added with another tinkling laugh.
“You girls have fun. Livvy, I’ll see you at home.”
Olivia lifted her face for another smoldering kiss before Shannon grabbed her hand and dragged her away.
“Don’t worry, Daddy, I won’t let anything happen to your girl,” Shannon called behind them as she tugged Olivia out of the office. “See ya!”
James’s laughter followed them down the hall, but Olivia was certain her cheeks could light the way for Santa’s sleigh. “We’re at work, Shay! And MaryAnn doesn’t know.”
“Oh, right.” The smile that never seemed to leave Shannon’s face turned mischievous. “A newbie to corrupt. I can’t wait.”
“We are not corrupting my receptionist.”
“What? Why else would you invite her out with us, if not to introduce her to our wicked ways?”
The heat in Olivia’s cheeks grew hotter. “Because I’ve been kind of a bitch to her in the past. This was my way of making it up to her.”
“You’re so cute. I love you.” Pulling Olivia closer, Shannon let her head fall to the side, resting against Olivia’s.
“I love you too. Brat. Now, behave.”
Shannon didn’t have time to do more than snort out a giggle before they stepped into the lobby, where MaryAnn was waiting patiently in her conservative black skirt and stiff white blouse. Olivia felt a stab of guilt that she hadn’t suggested she run home and change first, but she also wasn’t entirely sure MaryAnn’s wardrobe consisted of anything more exciting.
Ugh, even in my head I’m a bitch. Be nice, Liv.
“Ready?” Olivia asked, giving MaryAnn her best ‘excited realtor’ smile.
With a distinctly more nervous smile of her own, MaryAnn nodded, her gaze darting between Olivia and Shannon. “Yes, I think so.”
“Perfect! The car’s waiting outside. I found this adorable little Mexican restaurant the other night,” Shannon said as they headed out. “Mondays are jumbo margaritas for two dollars. Sound good?”
“That sounds amazing.” Climbing into the middle row of the sleek black SUV that was waiting for them, Olivia let out a quiet moan. “James hates Mexican food so we hardly get to eat it.”
One hand pressed to her heart, Shannon’s expression shifted into one of mock horror. “What kind of monster hates Mexican food?”
“Hey, he may be a monster but he’s my monster.”
A soft gasp met Olivia’s response and she winced. Hopefully MaryAnn understood she was joking, and that what was said during a Girls’ Night was sacred and stayed between them.
Before she could turn around to the back where MaryAnn had claimed a seat, Shannon changed the subject. “I still can’t believe this whole thing with Angela. Did the cops come talk to you?”
