licking the chocolate off of her
magnificent breasts.
"What are you doing here?" she asked
again.
Dreaming about tonguing you
'til you scream. He cleared his throat. "I
need to talk to you."
"We have nothing to talk about," she stated
flatly. She walked onto the floor, her hands full of new
merchandise.
"Need help?"
"What I need is for you to get out of my
store." She dropped the underwear on a table, moved aside old
merchandise, and arranged the new in its place.
The panties she arranged on the table caught
his attention. He glanced at her belly. In high school, she'd worn
plain white bikinis. What did she wear now?
He couldn't help himself. Like he was in a
trance, he weaved through the store, not stopping until he was
standing inches away from her. He reached around her, his arm
brushing hers.
She jumped. "What are you doing?"
Snaring a g-string from behind her, he
dangled it from the tip of his index finger. "Do you wear stuff
like this?"
She grabbed the scrap of lace from him.
"Don't touch my underwear."
His gaze dropped to her lips. An irrational
need to see how badly he could smear her dark lipstick spurred him
on. "You didn't used to mind."
"My standards were lower then."
"Ouch."
She placed her hand on his chest and moved
him back. "Get out of my store, and stay out of my life."
"What makes you think I want back into your
life?"
Her eyes narrowed, but the fury lighting
them was impossible to miss. "Then you must be here to make a
purchase. For a girlfriend? Unless you've taken up cross-dressing.
In which case I have a lovely satin teddy that'd do wonders for
your figure."
The fury in her eyes defeated him. Sticking
his hands in his pockets, he said softly, "Olivia, I didn't come
here to pick a fight with you. I just wanted to tell you that I'm
sorry. None of this was my idea. I'd change locations if I
could."
"But you can't, because you're my father's
lackey."
He didn't know what he wanted to do
more—shake her or kiss her pouty lips. "Fact of the matter is I'm
as pissed as you are about this, babe. Do you really think I want
to be around you any more than you want to be around me?"
He saw the barb strike and root deep, just
as he intended. Surprisingly, instead of the satisfaction he
expected to feel, he felt remorse.
"Point taken." The redness climbing up her
cheeks belied her cool tone. "Don't let me keep you then."
Mesmerized by the sway of her ass, Michael
watched her disappear into the back.
"Damn." He raked his hair back. That didn't
go how he envisioned it. But then, with Olivia, nothing ever seemed
to go right.
Chapter Nine
Ignoring the late morning bustle of the
coffee shop, Parker studied the man in front of him. There wasn't
anything he could find fault with.
He didn't like that.
Rick Clancy leaned back in his chair, sipped
his coffee, and returned Parker's measured stare. "Why don't you
tell me how I can help?"
"I have a matter that needs to be looked
into. Discreetly."
Clancy nodded. "Discretion's part of the
business."
"I have reason to believe company
information is being leaked to the press. News and tabloids."
Parker paused to take in Clancy's reaction. The man's expression
didn't betray a single thought. "I'm sure you understand that in a
business like mine, this can be disastrous. The gossip behind a
film can drastically affect the outcome of its release."
"Understandable," Clancy agreed. "What do you want
me to do?"
"I want you to investigate. The compensation
will be more than adequate." He named a figure and was gratified
when Clancy's face registered real surprise.
"I guess that's adequate," Clancy
deadpanned.
"Will you take the case?"
Clancy studied him.
Parker calmly gazed back, drinking his
coffee. He hadn't expected Clancy to be so restrained. Most people
did anything for the right price, but he had a feeling money wasn't
what motivated this man. He should have done his homework better,
but he'd been thrown a curve ball and had needed to
magnificent breasts.
"What are you doing here?" she asked
again.
Dreaming about tonguing you
'til you scream. He cleared his throat. "I
need to talk to you."
"We have nothing to talk about," she stated
flatly. She walked onto the floor, her hands full of new
merchandise.
"Need help?"
"What I need is for you to get out of my
store." She dropped the underwear on a table, moved aside old
merchandise, and arranged the new in its place.
The panties she arranged on the table caught
his attention. He glanced at her belly. In high school, she'd worn
plain white bikinis. What did she wear now?
He couldn't help himself. Like he was in a
trance, he weaved through the store, not stopping until he was
standing inches away from her. He reached around her, his arm
brushing hers.
She jumped. "What are you doing?"
Snaring a g-string from behind her, he
dangled it from the tip of his index finger. "Do you wear stuff
like this?"
She grabbed the scrap of lace from him.
"Don't touch my underwear."
His gaze dropped to her lips. An irrational
need to see how badly he could smear her dark lipstick spurred him
on. "You didn't used to mind."
"My standards were lower then."
"Ouch."
She placed her hand on his chest and moved
him back. "Get out of my store, and stay out of my life."
"What makes you think I want back into your
life?"
Her eyes narrowed, but the fury lighting
them was impossible to miss. "Then you must be here to make a
purchase. For a girlfriend? Unless you've taken up cross-dressing.
In which case I have a lovely satin teddy that'd do wonders for
your figure."
The fury in her eyes defeated him. Sticking
his hands in his pockets, he said softly, "Olivia, I didn't come
here to pick a fight with you. I just wanted to tell you that I'm
sorry. None of this was my idea. I'd change locations if I
could."
"But you can't, because you're my father's
lackey."
He didn't know what he wanted to do
more—shake her or kiss her pouty lips. "Fact of the matter is I'm
as pissed as you are about this, babe. Do you really think I want
to be around you any more than you want to be around me?"
He saw the barb strike and root deep, just
as he intended. Surprisingly, instead of the satisfaction he
expected to feel, he felt remorse.
"Point taken." The redness climbing up her
cheeks belied her cool tone. "Don't let me keep you then."
Mesmerized by the sway of her ass, Michael
watched her disappear into the back.
"Damn." He raked his hair back. That didn't
go how he envisioned it. But then, with Olivia, nothing ever seemed
to go right.
Chapter Nine
Ignoring the late morning bustle of the
coffee shop, Parker studied the man in front of him. There wasn't
anything he could find fault with.
He didn't like that.
Rick Clancy leaned back in his chair, sipped
his coffee, and returned Parker's measured stare. "Why don't you
tell me how I can help?"
"I have a matter that needs to be looked
into. Discreetly."
Clancy nodded. "Discretion's part of the
business."
"I have reason to believe company
information is being leaked to the press. News and tabloids."
Parker paused to take in Clancy's reaction. The man's expression
didn't betray a single thought. "I'm sure you understand that in a
business like mine, this can be disastrous. The gossip behind a
film can drastically affect the outcome of its release."
"Understandable," Clancy agreed. "What do you want
me to do?"
"I want you to investigate. The compensation
will be more than adequate." He named a figure and was gratified
when Clancy's face registered real surprise.
"I guess that's adequate," Clancy
deadpanned.
"Will you take the case?"
Clancy studied him.
Parker calmly gazed back, drinking his
coffee. He hadn't expected Clancy to be so restrained. Most people
did anything for the right price, but he had a feeling money wasn't
what motivated this man. He should have done his homework better,
but he'd been thrown a curve ball and had needed to
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