Page 13 of Misadventures With The Mistaken Twin
Jack nodded. “Yes, ma'am, I am. Divorce attorney in Miami.”
“That explains the tan! Married?”
“No.”
“Divorced?”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
Jack smiled, finally catching on. “Not at the moment, no.”
Goldie looked Jack up and down. “Boyfriend?”
Now Jack laughed. “No.”
Turning to me, Goldie gave me a look, eyebrows raised, one I assumed meantattractive single guy in the room!
She returned her focus back to Jack.“Didn't satisfy her? Is that why you're here? To get my advice?”
Jack just stared at Goldie for a minute, his cheeks flushed red. I could actually see him squirming in his shoes.
“Um, no.”
Goldie nodded. “Right, so did you satisfy her?”
Jack held up his hand to stop her. “No, I mean, yes. Who?” He scratched his ear, clearly confused.
“Your last girlfriend. That's why she left you,” Goldie countered.
“I don't have problems satisfying a woman,” Jack replied confidently, his male ego blatantly intact.
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Goldie glanced at me again.See, he's good at satisfying a woman!
I felt the heat of Jack's words clear down to my hoohah. There was no doubt in my mind he knew how to please a woman. If I was right about the chemistry between us, he would probably please me into unconsciousness.
“Then there's something wrong withyou,” Goldie countered.
Jack looked at me. His eyes were pleading. “Miller.”
I loved the begging tone of his voice, but I hated it when he called me Miller. He knew my first name and needed to use it. I smiled sweetly.
“Yes?” This was fun. I picked up my coffee and took a sip.
“Oh, so you have problems satisfying Veronica? You two sure move fast. Why don't you pick out something off the shelves that might spice things up? On the house.”
I choked on my coffee, spraying it across the counter. “Oh, shit,” I whispered.
Jack took a step back from Goldie, maybe thinking he'd be out of firing range of her verbal missiles. “Miss Goldie...”
I darted a glance at Jack. He didn't look happy. Worked for me. Time to twist the screw a little tighter. “He doesn’t have to pick anything out,” I told Goldie. “Jack's got a gift bag right here from the party last night.” I patted the top of one of the brown bags. “He told me he was into kink.” So there!
If looks could kill, I'd be dead. Fortunately, Jack wasn't the type to commit murder in a sex store. I was safe, for the moment.
Goldie swiveled back to Jack. “Really?” The conversation was turning a direction that had her perking up like an Irish setter tracking a rabbit.