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I shoved in another.
“Fine. Call girl,” I said with a mouthful of chips.
She went on to detail how she’d pushed the guy on his price, and it made me laugh. When Mallory realized I was laughingwithher instead ofather, she smiled too.
“The undercover officer must have been blind. No way he’d mistake you for a hooker.” If she dressed up that night as she did for her court appearance, I couldn’t imagine how the guy would ever even walk up to her in a sting.
“Hey!” She grabbed her cell out of her purse, slid her finger over it for twenty seconds or more. “Here.”
She held out the phone so I could glance at it while driving. It was a photo of Mallory and three other women. It had clearly been taken in a casino, with slot machines in the background. All four were in dresses leaning toward slutty on the appropriate meter. I glanced at the road, then at Mallory in the image. She looked gorgeous in the dark green sleeveless dress and she in no way looked like middle management.
Fuck, she was pretty. And now I was hard. I shifted in the seat as Mallory put her cell away.
“The officer wasn’t blind,” I admitted. “You definitely looked like a call girl. A high-class one at that.”
“Hey!” she said again, as if I’d insulted her again.
“Easy, tiger. You get mad when I don’t think you look like a call girl, and you get mad when I say you do.”
She huffed, shoved a chip in her mouth, then grudgingly said, “You’re right.”
She opened a bottle of some kind of iced tea and handed it to me. I gave the label a quick peek before taking a sip. Peach. Not bad.
“Let me get this straight,” I said, handing the bottle back where she took a swig herself. “You were in a holding cell and befriended two hoo– call girls and they gave you sex tips which you used on me.”
“Yes.”
“The blow job,” I said, then got instantly hard thinking about how insanely fucking incredible it had been.
“Oh, look!” she pointed at a swiftly approaching billboard. “A dinosaur site in five miles. Let’s stop.”
We were talking about her sex talents, and she wasn’t even focusing.
“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this?” I asked.
“Why? Because it was my problem.”
I frowned. “So? So I’d have offered the plane and we wouldn’t be out in the middle of nowhere.”
“Exactly. This was a mess I needed to fix on my own. Besides, the less people who knew about what happened the better. If it got out what happened, I could have been fired.”
“I’m notpeople, I’m–” I was going to sayyour man,but that was wrong. “I’m a doctor. I can keep things confidential.” Like chlamydia patients.
She shook her head. “I won’t be beholden.”
“Beholden? Was that blind date of yours an English Lit teacher?”
She rolled her eyes.
“I won’t be like my mother.”
Oh. Well, I hadn’t met the woman, but I really didn’t like her.
“She still bothering you?”
A shrug and a swig of tea was all the response I got. It seemed I couldn’t help her with that, either.
As she said,fine.
