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“Whoa, hey! Lookie, lookie…”
A guy, she hadn’t seen, swung from inside the room behind the desk. Beyond a bunch of women sat around what had to be a kind of breakroom.
“Hi,” she said, aiming for a pleasant, unthreatening smile.
“Never offered my services to a client before,” he said, sauntering over. “But, baby, you want a good time—”
“Put your tongue back in your head, Kenny,” the woman at the desk said.
“More like his dick in his pants,” one woman called from the back room.
Laughter followed those words, though his scowl didn’t see the funny side. “If you got time to joke, you’ve got time to walk the street,” he said, whipping around to storm into the back.
“What do you need?” the woman at the front desk asked, ignoring the squawking and arguing going on behind her.
“I need you to whisper in my ear,” she said, slapping her hands on the desk. The woman’s brows just rose. “Has my guy been hanging around here?”
The woman’s mouth opened in understanding. “If you’re gonna cause trouble—”
“Not for you,” she said, widening her smile, hoping to appeal to the woman’s sense of sisterhood. “If there’s something special he likes that he’s not getting at home…”
The hostess was kind enough to subdue her laughter. “This ain’t a how-to, show and tell gig, babes.”
“I know, I—”
“You got a picture?”
No, she didn’t. Why didn’t she? “I don’t but—”
“We don’t take names and addresses here.” Her head dropped to the side. “You think your guy—”
“I’m seeing Jagger Dunn.”
A complete lie. Jagg was right, she did lie easy. Except, technically, it wasn’t inaccurate as far as the Manzanis were concerned. Would Jagg be mad if he found out? No, how would he find out? Wasn’t he the one who kept saying he wasn’t part of this world anymore?
Stalled, the woman took a second before her grin came with a burst of laughter. “Oh, honey, if Jagg asked, there’d be a line of women around the block waiting to serve him…” She ducked closer, “and I’d be right at the front of it. No payment required.” Her smile warmed. “My advice? If Jagg’s playing away, let him. Some guys just need to get their kicks that way, you know?”
Interesting advice. “He’s a good guy.”
“He is and raking it in from what I hear. If him and Tav join forces, there’ll be a lot of sad crooks on the street, I tell ya.”
She didn’t know what that meant but nodded along. “You must see all kinds of guys in here.” Nodding at the pictures, she looked closer, checking if Yvonne was in any of them. “Do the girls live here full-time?”
“Some of them.”
“Do they see guys off the books?”
“Ask Jagg straight out,” the woman said. “He’s the type who don’t do well with subtle. He really don’t.”
How would she know? From experience? “I don’t want to be the crazy, clingy bitch.”
“But he’s going out nights…” she said, nodding slowly. “They got their own world. Men are like… they never grow up. They want fun, easy, commitment-free women… You want a ring or something?”
“No! No, I… He’s not the only one with prospects.”
“Ah, is that where we’re going with this?” She scoffed. “You got a better man than Jagg sniffing around? Grab him with both hands. What’s his type? He rich or something?”
“A girl’s not getting any younger.”
