Dangerous Master by Tawny Taylor

pick and choose the cases you want to work during the week.”
    What Sarah said made a lot of sense.
    “No more worrying about when the next case will come in.”
    That part would be nice.
    “Not to mention, you’d be sure to get me invited to every single party he has ... right?”
    “Ah, so that’s why you’re so happy.”
    Sarah beamed. “What can I say? I’m no saint. I’d pimp you, if it meant I’d get a lifetime membership to the Zane Club. Did you see the male guests at that last party?” Mandy nodded. “I mean, did you really see them? They were all fifteens, on a scale of one to ten.”
    “There were a lot of very good-looking men.”
    Sarah snorted. “You’re funny, Mandy. ‘Good-looking’? That’s the understatement of the century. When’s his next party?”
    “He mentioned something about this weekend.”
    “Hot damn!” Sarah extended a hand while eyeballing the clock. “It’s my lunch hour. Can I have my paycheck? I’m gonna do some shopping. Need to buy a few things—”
    “Wait a minute. I didn’t say I’d take the job yet.”
    Sarah donned her dom face. “If you don’t take the job, I swear, you’ll regret it.” She grinned. “But it won’t be because of what I did.”
    Mandy pulled Sarah’s check out of her drawer and handed it to her. And before she could say one way or another, Sarah bounded out of the room.

6
     
    “Y ou’ll never guess who’s at Twisted Hearts!” Sarah whispered into the phone.
    Sitting at her desk, fuming over the fact that Sarah’s lunch hour had lasted for nearly two hours now, Mandy pressed her cell tighter to her ear and grumbled, “Who?”
    “Andrew Clark!”
    Mandy tucked her phone between her shoulder and ear and signed the rent check sitting on her desk. “Great. Is he fucking anyone?”
    “No, of course he’s not. This is a store, not a motel.”
    “Then what’s the big deal?” she asked, pulling the check out of the book and folding the carbon copy up to reveal the next blank check.
    “The big deal is the ginormous dildo he’s buying.”
    Mandy scribbled the name of the electric company on the first line of the check and sighed. “Sarah, so what?”
    “He’s gotta use that thing sometime.”
    “Yeah. And it’s not going to help our case. There’s no judge who’s going to award our client a judgment because he fucks himself with a hunk of rubber.”
    “I wouldn’t say that.” After a beat, Sarah added, “He’s not shopping alone.”
    Mandy set the pen down. “Well, you could’ve said that sooner. Male or female?”
    “Female. Young. Hot. And dressed like a stripper.”
    “Follow them.”
    “Will do.” Giving a little giggle, Sarah signed off.
    Mandy, not willing to take any chances that Sarah would lose Clark, grabbed her purse and keys, dashed outside, locked the door, and dove into her car. She got within a half mile of the sex-toy shop when her cell phone rang. She hit the receive button. “Sarah? Where are you?”
    “I lost them.”
    Mandy bit back an expletive. “Where’d you see them last?”
    “On Ford, heading east.”
    “There are at least a dozen motels on Ford. What were they driving?”
    “A black car.”
    “License plate?”
    “I ... uh, didn’t get it.”
    “Make? Model?”
    “I dunno. I’m guessing domestic. Midsize ... ?”
    Head slap . “Did you get anything?”
    “A name.”
    “Great, what’s the name?”
    “Brittany.”
    Another head slap. “Brittany? I’d be willing to bet there are hundreds of strippers named Brittany in this town alone.”
    “Sorry. I did the best I could. They were tearing out of the parking lot by the time I got to my car. I was lucky to have followed them as long as I did.”
    “Start hitting each hotel on the south side of the street. Do you have a picture of Clark with you?”
    “No.”
    “Okay. Scratch that. You go back to the office. I’ll hit the hotels, see if Clark checked in with his new friend.”
    Sarah sighed. “I really did