Page 4 of Filthy Business
“I can recommend someone. She handled mine.”
“The first marriage or the second?” I smirked.
“Fuck you. I’ve just been unlucky in love. At least I didn’t stay with my college girlfriend for twenty-five years.”
“I know Warner Reid through the company,” I said, changing the subject—because he was right.“He doesn’t usually handle divorces, but he’s made exceptions for friends.”
“Hmm. I used Lizzie McGuire for both of mine. Sharp lady—even knocked me back for a dinner date.”
I glanced away, trying to flag the waiter for another round.
“You asked your divorce lawyer out on a date?” I asked flatly.
“I didn’t say it was clever at the time,” he said, tapping a finger on the table.
“Brave of you.” I shook my head.
The waiter arrived and took our drink orders.
When he left, I leaned in.
“I’ve got it bad for a new girl in the office.”
He didn’t even blink.
“When was the last time you and Leona fucked?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a year ago… or longer.”
He sighed and shook his head.“What’s the point of being married?”
“I’m trying to rectify that now, dickhead,” I snapped.
He gave me a rueful smile.“True.”
“She’s kind of young,” I said, toying with the coaster, avoiding his eyes.
“And?”
I looked up, surprised.
“You’re the perfect age to be a sugar daddy.”
“Ugh. You’re disgusting. She’s nineteen months younger than Luke.”
“That’s a pretty precise number,” he said with a smirk.“Not a bad idea, though. Catch them young, train them up, be a sugar daddy in return.”
“How are you not in jail?”
“Hey, it’s a win-win. I might start accepting applications for wife number three.”
I opened my mouth, but the waiter returned.
“I thought you’d talk some sense into me,” I muttered, leaning forward.“But I forgot who I’m speaking to.”
He took his drink with a smug grin.
“This is exactly why you came to me.”
