Page 71 of Empowered
Sarah slipped the folders into a nondescript cloth tote bag. “Ma’am?”
“Please. I accidentally left my bag there last night. If you could bring it to me before I go home to the penthouse tonight, I would greatly appreciate it.”
She said this with a low voice so Alisha wouldn’t hear. While the other assistant certainly knew about the Monroes’ secondary home, she probably didn’t know that it was a renovated sex dungeon.Oh, sorry, I mean it’s their getaway place for when their huge six-bedroom penthouse is too stifling, or whatever.Sarah didn’t want to know what kind of a kink an eight-month pregnant woman was allowed to get up to, but she also knew that Alice Monroe had greater appetites beyond the millions of Twinkies she ate every week since hitting her third trimester.
Drop off the folders. Pick up the bag. Sarah would be back before the day was over and she and Lucas could spend their Friday evening fooling around back at her place. He had promised her a romantic date all weekend, and it was starting in her bedroom.
Sarah was soon in the back of Mrs. Monroe’s car again, her driver barely asking where they were going before gunning it for those Old Town brick walkups near the marina. Sarah texted Lucas that she had to step out for work errands for a couple of hours, but would stop by the office before he left, for sure.
“Just in case, I can always come by your place later. I know where you live : )”
She then texted Nigel, asking him if Carly was coming over for dinner that night. A part of her wanted to make a family thing out of their dates.
“Sounds fine. I’m sure she’ll love to meet him. I’ll bring home a pizza and salad if you bring the drinks.”
Drinks, huh? Was he talking high-end beer or middle-of-the-road wine?Beer. It’s a beer night.Sarah chuckled to her phone as the car pulled up in front of the lawyer’s townhouse.
That went without incident. It was what happened when she walked back toward the idling car that shook her for the rest of the evening.
A few houses down, Jill Blackbourne emerged from her ex-husband’s car, Victor’s hand in hers. Jill didn’t pay any attention to the woman standing near the end of the street, too frozen to move.
Not because she saw her boyfriend’s ex-wife. That didn’t concern her.
But because Victor sawSarah.
“Hi!” He waved, his smile as big as Lucas’s when he was happy. “Hi, Sarah!”
Jill stopped halfway across the small front yard and yanked on her son’s hand. He pointed to Sarah, who scrambled to get into the back of her employer’s car and out of Victor’s line of sight.
“Who are you talking to?” That was the last thing Sarah heard before the door closed. When the car passed Jill’s residence, she tried to not look out the window. Unfortunately for her, curiosity won out.
Lucas’s ex-wife had her son scooped up in her arms, a terrible glare shooting in the direction of the sleek black car that spent way too much time on that street. Sarah forgot to grab the bag before turning to work.
