Page 68 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"She was coming onto me, Lila. She said she wanted an orgy with the two of us and God knows who else."

Lila lets out a deep sigh. "Yeah, but you should have heard her when she was looking at us and she thought we were so in love. And I could tell from the look in her eyes, that's what she really wants. She doesn't want to be sleeping with these random men. She just wants the love from her husband. He's manipulated her. Can't you see that?"

"Lila, I cannot not take this case because you are now an actress, personal assistant to an attorney, and psychotherapist all rolled into one infuriating female."

"I'm not a psychotherapist just because I care about people."

Henry pulls up outside her apartment. She leans back and I wonder if this is how the night is going to end. What had been an amazingly sexy, fun, and flirtatious night full of banter had turned into something quite awkward. I have a professional responsibility toward my client. Unfortunately, that client is Jack Whittington. It doesn’t matter if he persuaded his wife to have threesomes, that isn’t my business.

"So this is me," Lila says, running her fingers through her hair. She gives me a small little smile and my heart races slightly.

"This is you," I say, nodding.

"So…"

"Yes?" I ask her, leaning forward.

"You interested in coming up for a nightcap?" she asks, and I stare at her in shock.

Did she just say what I imagined she did?

"Is that an invitation to come up to the apartment that you did not want me to see earlier?"

"It might be, or it might just be I'm asking if you want a nightcap so we can decompress from our kind of crazy evening. But I mean, if you don't want to…" she says quickly as she slides toward the door.

"Oh, I do want to," I say. "Henry, I'm going to get out here. You can go home. I'll find my way back."

"Certainly, Mr. Spector," he says. "Have a good evening, Miss Haversham."

"Thanks. You too, Henry."

She jumps out of the car and I step out and slam the door shut. I watch as Henry drives off and Lila walks next to me.

"He's going to think I'm a slut, isn't he?"

I look down at her in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"He's just dropped you off at my apartment and you told him to leave, so he knows you're not leaving anytime soon. He's going to think I'm a slut."

"Why would he think you're a slut?"

"Because…" She bites on her lower lip. "Well, you know."

"No. Why don't you tell me."

"Because, you know."

I chuckle slightly. "Come on, let's see your apartment."

"Don't expect anything fancy," she says as we head toward the main door.

I look around, and I don't want to be rude, but the street is not exactly lending itself to be compared to Park Avenue or Fifth Avenue.

"Come on, we got a little bit of a walk," she says.

"No elevator?"

"There is an elevator, but it doesn't work all the time." She giggles. "You think I'd be in better shape from having to go up so many flights of stairs so often."

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