his personal favorite. “This is an AMG hand-built car with a supercharged 617-horsepower 90-degree V-8 engine that reaches a top speed of 208 miles per hour. I don’t think you’re concerned about the speed, but it does get 18 mpg. What do you think?”
“I’d like to take it for a test drive.”
“Of course. Follow me, please,” he replied taking her back to his cubicle where he could photocopy her license.
“May I see your license?” he asked in his most conciliatory tone.
Trying to prevent the smirk from forming across her face, Heather opened the tote and fished inside for her wallet. She opened it and tried to hand the wallet over to Martin, but he raised his hand to stop her. “Please remove the license for me.”
Heather complied and gave it to him. Instantly, the color drained from his handsome face and was quickly replaced by a deep flush. This was accompanied by a flurry of sputtering, akin to the backfiring of an engine. After a long beat, he was capable of speaking. “I had no idea.”
The grin Heather had repressed before blossomed into a wide smile. “Now let’s see if I’m able to fool our PI friend outside.”
“I’m game,” he said as he handed her back her license. “Anything in mind?”
“How’s about some early afternoon delight?” she whispered huskily.
Martin’s cock jumped to attention. “Let’s go,” he grunted, grabbing the car keys for one of the demos.
As they passed one of the other salesmen currently on the phone, Martin got his attention and told him, “Garrett, I’m taking an early lunch. Call me if something important comes up.”
When they exited the salesroom, Heather looked directly in Haywood’s direction. He didn’t seem to respond and continued to fiddle with whatever he had in his lap. If he was going to stay in this line of work, he had to find a less conspicuous car. How many people park in a Mercedes car lot with a rusting Chevy clunker?
Martin led her over to a luxury sedan and unlocked the driver’s door for Heather. She slid behind the wheel to give their ride some legitimacy. After they gone a few blocks without a tail, they both turned to each other and shared a laugh.
“I guess he didn’t recognize me.”
“I guess not, buttercup. However, I do suggest we make this a quickie.” Martin slipped his hand inside her rain coat and under her blouse, gently squeezed her breast, fanning his thumb over her nipple.
Heather gasped. “You’re right, I have some more wild goose chases lined up for our super sleuth this afternoon.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you were evil?” he said, running his other hand down lower until he was covering her mons with the heel of his hand pressing on her clit.
“And that’s my best feature,” she said as she squirmed with pleasure and gave out a deep, throaty laugh.
Chapter Six
Two weeks after her first day at the gym, Carla took Blondie out for a walk. Then she drove to the gym. She thought about her first training session with Joey. It hadn’t been as bad as going to the dentist, but pretty damn close. The exercises he made her do might have been simple ones, but for someone as out of shape as she’d been, they were grueling. Over the weeks the exercises had gotten more difficult, but she wasn’t aching as much. Joey had told her she’d soon see some results and that would be the impetus to keep her on track. It would keep her coming to the gym regularly. He was right, but that was only one of the reasons she started frequenting the gym even on days she didn’t have to meet with Joey.
Richard Stein was the other reason. Ever since their coffee date, she kept thinking about him. Carla couldn’t explain it. He popped in and out of her dreams invading her sleeping mind, as well. Being married to another man made her feel guilty about having these thoughts. But despite the guilt, she continued to have them.
After the runaway treadmill fiasco, Carla had poured out
“I’d like to take it for a test drive.”
“Of course. Follow me, please,” he replied taking her back to his cubicle where he could photocopy her license.
“May I see your license?” he asked in his most conciliatory tone.
Trying to prevent the smirk from forming across her face, Heather opened the tote and fished inside for her wallet. She opened it and tried to hand the wallet over to Martin, but he raised his hand to stop her. “Please remove the license for me.”
Heather complied and gave it to him. Instantly, the color drained from his handsome face and was quickly replaced by a deep flush. This was accompanied by a flurry of sputtering, akin to the backfiring of an engine. After a long beat, he was capable of speaking. “I had no idea.”
The grin Heather had repressed before blossomed into a wide smile. “Now let’s see if I’m able to fool our PI friend outside.”
“I’m game,” he said as he handed her back her license. “Anything in mind?”
“How’s about some early afternoon delight?” she whispered huskily.
Martin’s cock jumped to attention. “Let’s go,” he grunted, grabbing the car keys for one of the demos.
As they passed one of the other salesmen currently on the phone, Martin got his attention and told him, “Garrett, I’m taking an early lunch. Call me if something important comes up.”
When they exited the salesroom, Heather looked directly in Haywood’s direction. He didn’t seem to respond and continued to fiddle with whatever he had in his lap. If he was going to stay in this line of work, he had to find a less conspicuous car. How many people park in a Mercedes car lot with a rusting Chevy clunker?
Martin led her over to a luxury sedan and unlocked the driver’s door for Heather. She slid behind the wheel to give their ride some legitimacy. After they gone a few blocks without a tail, they both turned to each other and shared a laugh.
“I guess he didn’t recognize me.”
“I guess not, buttercup. However, I do suggest we make this a quickie.” Martin slipped his hand inside her rain coat and under her blouse, gently squeezed her breast, fanning his thumb over her nipple.
Heather gasped. “You’re right, I have some more wild goose chases lined up for our super sleuth this afternoon.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you were evil?” he said, running his other hand down lower until he was covering her mons with the heel of his hand pressing on her clit.
“And that’s my best feature,” she said as she squirmed with pleasure and gave out a deep, throaty laugh.
Chapter Six
Two weeks after her first day at the gym, Carla took Blondie out for a walk. Then she drove to the gym. She thought about her first training session with Joey. It hadn’t been as bad as going to the dentist, but pretty damn close. The exercises he made her do might have been simple ones, but for someone as out of shape as she’d been, they were grueling. Over the weeks the exercises had gotten more difficult, but she wasn’t aching as much. Joey had told her she’d soon see some results and that would be the impetus to keep her on track. It would keep her coming to the gym regularly. He was right, but that was only one of the reasons she started frequenting the gym even on days she didn’t have to meet with Joey.
Richard Stein was the other reason. Ever since their coffee date, she kept thinking about him. Carla couldn’t explain it. He popped in and out of her dreams invading her sleeping mind, as well. Being married to another man made her feel guilty about having these thoughts. But despite the guilt, she continued to have them.
After the runaway treadmill fiasco, Carla had poured out
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