Page 37 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

Taking a sip of his Coke, Blake continued. “I heard on the the news today there’s some bad shit going on there. Gloria may be out of a job.”

Rage pounded through me. I wasn’t going to let anyone take her down. Not over my dead body. “That’s bullshit. She’s going to be just fine.”

Blake cocked an eyebrow. “You sound like you know her.”

I took another bite of my sandwich before responding. “I’ve met her. She’s a tough cookie.” And a delicious one I could devour again and again.

“Agree.” Blake set his sandwich down. “Hey, bro, if you’re free tonight, why don’t you come to my club. I can hook you up with some hot babes. Even get you a private fuck pad.”

Blake was a player. A major one. On my last trip out here, he’d hooked me up with some stunning hot chicks. Kristie? Katlin? I couldn’t remember their names. They were beautiful and perfect for my fuck and forget needs. Then.

Less than a month ago, I jumped at his offer to get layed with no strings attached. Things had changed.

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said with conviction.

Blake eyed me sheepishly. “Hey, are you involved with someone?”

“Yeah. You could say that.” Instead of elaborating, I quickly changed the subject and told Blake that I was considering opening an office in LA.

His face lit up. “That would be awesome. Do you know where?”

“To be honest, I don’t even know where to begin.”

Blake grinned. “Think no more. I’m going to connect you with my mother. I’ll have her call you. She knows every major real estate agent in town.”

“That would be great.” At that moment, my phone rang. Twice. Then it stopped and rang again. Unknown number. My muscles tensed. I knew who was calling.

“Sorry, man. I’ve got to take this.”

“Go ahead,” insisted Blake, polishing off his sandwich as I slipped out my phone from my back jeans pocket.

“Thanks.” I hit answer. The familiar dry voice told me a package was being delivered to my hotel in the afternoon. It would be there by 3 p.m. And then the connection went dead.

“Everything okay?” asked Blake, detecting my unease.

“Yeah. Just fine.”

Still holding the phone, I glanced at the time. It was 1:30. “Hey man, I’ve got to run. I’ve got another meeting at two.”

“No prob.”

Rising, we amicably parted ways with a man hug.

With my laptop bag flung over my shoulder, I hurried to my car.

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