Page 170 of Duty and Desire
Terrific.
He had no clue she’d already met Tammy.
Mag was in Test the New Woman mode.
Fuck.
“I hear that,” Lottie returned. “Met her at King Soopers. Real peach.”
“You ran into Tammy with her?” he asked Mo, jerking his head Lottie’s way.
“Her name is Lottie,” Mo replied.
“You ran into Tammy with Lottie Mac, Queen of the Corvette calendar and every other man on the planet’s wet dream?” Mag amended.
Mo wasn’t finding this even remotely acceptable anymore.
And damn sure not funny.
“Though I’m theotherman,” Mag stated, again grinning because he read Mo’s face. “Seeing as she’s dating my roommate.”
“We did,” Lottie affirmed, and regained Mag’s eyes. “Andher new man, Peacock Pete who wears a two-hundred-dollar shirt to go grocery shopping.”
“Her new meat was there too?” Mag asked Lottie.
Lottie nodded her head, the bunch of her hair swept up at her back crown bouncing around. “Unh-hunh. When he stoppedchecking out my tits and figured out who Mo was, I’m pretty sure he pissed his two-twenty-five rag and bone chinos.”
Mag burst out laughing.
Lottie smiled at him.
“Holy fuck,” Mag pushed out through his hilarity. “That I would have paid to see.”
“Tammy was the star of the show,” Lottie shared. “I thought I’d have to scratch her eyes out before she begged Mo, right in front of Peacock Pete, to let her go down on him in the alley.”
Mag busted out laughing again but he did it turning his attention back to Mo.
“Told you she was gagging for it. You totally should have tagged her convenient and left the scraps to Peacock Pete.” He went back to Lottie. “Sorry, darlin’. No offense to women on the whole. Just referring to women like Tammy.”
“She’s not a woman,” Lottie returned. “She just has the equipment.”
Looking at Mo, Mag indicated Lottie with a thumb. “I like her.”
“Take a number,” Mo muttered.
“You want a beer?” Mag asked Lottie.
“It’s barely eleven o’clock, Mag,” Mo informed his bud.
“I’m feelin’ like a play by play of the Tammy Incident and anything involving Tammy is better consumed with alcohol,” Mag replied, then he returned to Lottie. “What’d she do when she got a load of you?”
“Nonverbal throwdown. Immediate,” Lottie told him.
“I’ll bet. Pea green. Fuck, wish I’d been there to see that,” Mag replied.
Lottie then looked at Mo and declared, “I think I like him.”
“He’s an asshole, baby,” Mo shared.
