When She Was Bad

Chapter One

"Want to get laid tonight?"

Jennifer Carman didn't need to look up from her computer to know who was standing in her office doorway. Only one person would announce herself in such a manner.

Jenny hit save, swiveled her chair, and smiled at the flamboyant redhead. "Let me check my calendar."

She shot a cursory glance at the planner sitting open on her desk and shook her head. "Sorry. Getting laid isn't on my schedule. And if it's not on my schedule—"

"I know." Marcee Robbens heaved a dramatic sigh. "It's not going to happen."

Dressed in a tailored navy suit, crisp white blouse, and closed-toe shoes, Marcee looked every inch a corporate executive. But the devilish sparkle in her green eyes and the short skirt revealing a pair of fabulous legs said there was more to this CPA than a tax table and calculator.

Jenny lifted a brow. "I thought you'd be on the train and halfway to suburbia by now."

Marcee laughed as if Jenny had said something ridiculously funny. "It's Friday night. The last place I want to be is home."