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“I’ll take it. Thanks, bro!” I snatch the card from Xavier’s outstretched hand right before shoving Shar into the elevator. “You do know you’re going to have to get over your little money hang-up if you’re going to spend the rest of your life with that man,” I tell her.
“I don’t want his money, Lucy.” She sighs.
“I know that. He knows that. But that’s not going to stop him from wanting to take care of everything financially. He can afford it, trust me. You could go swipe this card at Bugatti and it wouldn’t even make a dent.”That actually sounds like a good idea.“Oh, can we do that, please? It’ll be so fun.”
Shar looks at me and groans. “No. Absolutely not.”
* * *
After Shar disclosedthe details of her plan, I insisted on changing our outfits. Which included wearing tight black leather pants, a black V-neck, and a pair of patent black Louboutins. The epitome of badassery. Or at least I thought it was until we walked through the doors of the bar. Sat down. And everyone stared at us like we didn’t belong here.
That’s because wedon’tbelong here.
It doesn’t take long for us to find our target though. The skank who falsely accused my brother of assaulting her. My hands itch to wring her little neck, but that’s not the plan. The plan is to get her to admit she lied… on tape.
We’ve been drinking shots—correction,I’vebeen drinking shots. Shar’s been tipping hers out. With Juliet. My brother’s former secretary and current accuser.
“Um… hold on. Jay, get your sexy ass over here,” Juliet yells out from where she’s positioned beside me.
I watch as a young guy struts over, his lips curled into a smirk and his clothes reeking of too much cologne. You can tell he thinks he’s hot shit but he has nothing on Dominic. “What’s up, sugar?” he asks.
“Get on the bar. We’re doing body shots.” Juliet smiles.
“I can’t, Lu. Nope, you two enjoy.” Shar lifts her palms in protest.
“Oh well, more for us, Juliet. You’re first,” I tell the girl. Then I walk over to the bar and position the shot glass on the guy’s abs. He’s fit for sure, but that’s about it.
Juliet pours a dash of salt, grabs a lemon, and places it in the guy’s mouth. Before she proceeds tolick, shoot, suck.I follow suit, though reluctantly, even as I put on a good show. This is for my brother after all. That being said, I’m going to need more of these shots to get me through tonight.
A few hours, several rounds, and way too much liquor later, I hold up my glass and toast. “To asshole bosses who can’t tell us what to do.”
Shar lifts her drink and clinks it against mine. “I’ll toast to that. Fuck, my boss is the biggest ass I’ve ever met. I mean, the guy clearly needs to get laid or something.”
“I’ll second that. My last boss was the worst. But damn was that man fine.” Juliet sighs.
“Oh, where did you work?” Shar asks her.
“Some uptight law firm in the city.”
“Well, at least it wasn’t the one that’s been on the news the last couple of days. Xavier Christianson, now that’s a boss I’d let sexually harass me anytime.” Shar wiggles her eyebrows up and down.
“Oh, that was my boss,” Juliet admits.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” Shar drops her grin, blinking a few times before adding, “Wait, you weren’t the girl he… were you? You poor thing.”
And I watch on in amazement as my brilliant friend leads this bitch right into our trap.
“Oh, I’m the girl, but you want to know a secret?” Juliet leans across the table, and Shar mirrors the action.
“What?”
“He didn’t do shit. I mean, I offered myself to the man on a silver platter, and he fired me. Who turns down a naked chick in their office and then fires them? I don’t get it. The bastard’s probably gay.” She shakes her head and rolls her eyes—I mean, god forbid someone turn her down when they’re genuinely not interested.
“Wait, you’re suing him, but he didn’t sexually harass you? How the hell does that work?” Shar presses for more.
“My word against his. Everyone believes the girl, you know.” Juliet shrugs as if it’s nothing. As if it isn’t my brother’s life she’s fucking with.
“Oh, I didn’t know that. I thought you’d need evidence or something.” I can tell Shar is close to losing it. Her jaw is clenched tight and her teeth grind with each word. “To asshole bosses who need to get laid.” She lifts her drink again and forces out a laugh.
