“And?” I look around the room, locking on to a hot blonde piece of ass in the corner. I’m not here to make small-talk with Maggie. I want to be alone -- alone in a wet pussy, that is.
Maggie follows my gaze. “Dream on. You don’t stand a chance. Me, on the other hand...”
She waves at the blonde, who waves back. It hits me. Ladies night.
Fuck.
The blonde looks back and forth between us, and gives a flirty smile.
“We could always share,” Maggie suggests. “She looks game. Hell, I’ll even let you have her mouth.”
I’m tempted. The blonde is coming our way now, her tits bouncing. And Maggie may prefer licking pussy, but she doesn’t mind a good hard dick shoved up her cunt while she does it.
Yeah, the two of them could be fun tonight, and fuck knows I need the distraction.
But something stops me. Keely’s face.
“No thanks,” I say with regret. “I’m not feeling it.”
“Your loss.” Maggie shrugs, hopping down from the stool. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, that client’s been calling non-stop, the one about the Keely Fawes case.”
“What?” I tense.
“He’s threatening to demand a refund if you don’t close the deal with evidence by Monday.” Maggie rolls her eyes. “What’s stopping you?”
Fuck if I know.
“Do it,” I decide suddenly. “Give him his money back. I don’t need him riding my ass all the fucking time.”
“All of it?” Maggie looks shocked. “It was a ten thousand dollar retainer. Hell, for that, I’ll seduce her myself.”
“Don’t you dare talk to her,” I growl. Maggie backs off.
“Whoa, easy Tiger. I’m just kidding with you. Although, if she swung my way, it might explain why she’s held out on you for so long.” Maggie must see the fury in my eyes, because she quickly adds. “Fine, I’ll call him tomorrow. Full refund.” She salutes, and then heads out to go score with the blonde.
I down the rest of my drink, on edge. This hasn’t been about the money with Keely for a long time, but somehow, even getting the client off my back doesn’t make me feel any better. Without the contract, I’ve got no pretext to keep pursuing her.
Nothing except the fact I need that pussy more than anything in years.
Fuck.
I have the bartender pour me another, but all the whiskey in the world won’t change a damn thing. It’s not just about the conquest, she’s under my skin now, and I can’t get her out, no matter what I do. Those innocent eyes. That smart mouth. I goddamn like the girl and that’s against every rule in my book.
I swore I would never let myself care about anyone again, and for years, I’ve been a fucking machine. Literally.
No feelings. No commitments. Nothing but hard cock and wet pussy -- that’s the way I like it. My work provides a steady stream of willing bodies -- with a built-in expiration date. I don’t get involved long enough to form an attachment, and I don’t think about them for a second after I walk away. It sounds harsh, but that’s how I’ve chosen to live my life.
Finding your brother balls-deep in your fiancée will do that to a man.
I peel off a couple of twenties and slam them on the bar. I find Maggie nestled against those tits in the corner, but I drag her away. “If I wanted to find some information, where would I look?”
Maggie glares at me. “Google, dumbass.”
“No, I mean stuff not available to the public. Legal shit, court documents.”
“Everything’s online, if you search hard enough.” Maggie shoves me aside. “Now get the fuck out of here, mama has a date with that girl’s clit piercing.”
I let her go, heading back to my car with a new mission. I’ve been ignoring the past long enough. It’s time I made sense of this whole damn clusterfuck.
14
KEELY
I meet Justine for breakfast at a cafe near the office. Even though I’m technically her client now, I can’t bring myself to go in for a real meeting. I know how fast gossip spreads in that place. By now, everyone will know I was fired -- and the terrible accusations against me.
“I met with the executors of Ashcroft’s estate, and went through this thing from top to toe a dozen times.” Justine nods at the thick legal document on the table between us. “You can thank me later, by the way. I had to turn down a date with Ricardo, that architect I met the other week.”
“You’re the best,” I tell her gratefully. The sooner I figure out this inheritance mess, the better. “So what’s the verdict?”
“You, my dear, are freaking loaded.” Justine passes me a portfolio with a grin. “Take a look. Ashcroft left you majority stake in the company, that’s where most of the cash is locked up. You can sell the shares, or use your voting rights, whatever you like.”