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I was preparedfor Mallory to be surprised at seeing me but taking off like a sprinter in the Olympic hundred-meter dash was a surprise. Since she wasn’t a professional athlete and was wearing heels, she didn’t get very far before I caught up with her.
With one hand hooked about her waist, I stopped her. The hot Vegas sun beat down on us and I was sweating.
“Easy, tiger,” I murmured in her ear. I felt her ragged breathing, the shaking. She was nervous. Afraid. When her eyes met mine, I realized she wasn’t afraid. She was mad.
“What are youdoinghere?” she hissed. Her cheeks were flushed but not from the sun.
She just stared at me, more like gave me a death glare.
“To see you. What areyoudoing here?” I countered.
Her lips pinched together so tightly. It was clear she had no intention of responding.
“This must be Theo.” The three women who came out of the courthouse with Mallory approached. It was the redhead who spoke.
Her gaze was laser sharp and scanned my body in a way that hadn’t happened to me before. I had a feeling she’d cataloged my net worth, my body mass index and my dick size in two seconds.
What I picked up was she was stunningly beautiful and knew my name. That meant Mallory mentioned me.
I didn’t let go of Mallory as I shifted us to face her friends. “Yes. And you are?”
Maybe I could glean some information out of them.
“I’m Annie.” She set her hand on her bountiful breasts that even a conservative white blouse couldn’t disguise. The strategic motion was to drive my eyes to her assets in a subtle but very direct way. “This is Trixie and Annalynn.”
I nodded. “Ladies.”
“Everything makes sense now, Mal,” the blonde introduced as Trixie said. She was also exquisitely pretty. Tall and slim. Elegant. Their clothes were expensive and everything about them screamed high-class.
The third, Annalynn, nodded in agreement. There was no question she was a lawyer. It was as if her profession was stamped on her forehead. From her conservative and very business-like attire to the way she held herself. She also carried a briefcase. I didn’t know anyone else who used one–and James Corp had a slew of lawyers in house and on retainer.
“What makes sense?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Mallory replied, giving the women an imploring look.
“Are you her friends from the bachelorette party?” If I had to pull answers from them like a dentist pulled teeth, I would. “Which one of you is getting married?” I asked.
Annie looked to Trixie. Trixie looked at Annie. They laughed.
So not her college friends.
“How did your court appearance go?” I prodded, hoping that the other women would think I knew what was going on. Which I sure as hell didn’t.
“Your girlfriend’s case was dropped. She no longer needs to change her profession, but from what I heard” –Trixie looked down my body and blue eyes stopped squarely on my crotch– “she’s a natural.”
I frowned and shifted Mallory in front of me–I hadn’t let go of her waist–to block the woman from imagining what my dick looked like.
“Natural?”
“Call girl,” Annie said with a throaty laugh. “Didn’t you know? Your girl Mallory is a professional call girl.”
Mallory? Mallory Mornay? The goofy first-grade teacher? The one with the duck socks, had a body made for sin, who fucked like a porn star and gave head like–
A professional call girl.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
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