The Quickie
Chapter One
I KNEW THIS WAS a really terrific idea, if I didn't say so myself,
surprising Paul for lunch at his office down on Pearl Street.
I'd made a special trip into Manhattan and had put on my favorite
"little black dress." I looked moderately ravishing. Nothing that
would be out of place at the Mark Joseph Steakhouse, and one of
Paul's favorite outfits, too, the one he usually chose if I asked
him, "What should I wear to this thing, Paul?"
Anyway, I was excited, and I'd already spoken to his assistant,
Jean, to make sure that he was there - though I hadn't alerted her
about the surprise. Jean was Paul's assistant after all, not mine.
And then, there was Paul.
As I rounded the corner in my Mini Cooper, I saw him leaving his
office building, walking with a twenty-something blonde woman.
Paul was leaning in very close to her, chatting, laughing in a way
that instantly made me feel very ill.
She was one of those bright, shiny beauties you're more likely to
see in Chicago or Iowa City. Tall, hair like platinum silk.
Cream-colored skin that looked just ab ... read full excerpt from: The Quickie ebook
