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Don't Look Down
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Suzanne Enoch2,637 ratings, 4.04 average rating, 131 reviews
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“She shifted gears as they left Worth Avenue, hurtling them along the beach at just sublight speed. “Jesus, Addison, you are so blind,” she finally exploded. “She comes in playing the damsel in distress, and you buy all of it.”
“She did n—”
“‘Oh, Richard, I need your help,’” she mimicked, doing a startlingly good impression of Patricia’s soft, cultured Brit—especially since the two women had barely spoken a total of five words to one another. “’I’ve left Peter, and I so badly want to make a new start, but I just don’t know how to do it on my own. You’re so big and strong and successful, can’t you see it in your heart to help me?’” Samantha canted her eyes at him. “Did it go a little like that?”
Christ. “Maybe,” he hedged. “But—”
“See? She wants you back.”
“Well, she can’t have me. I’m taken. But she asked for my help, and I’m partially the reason she’s in this position.”
“No, she put herself on her back and then you put her in the next position.”
“Even so—”
“You can’t resist putting on your shining armor, can you?” she said more calmly, blowing out her breath. “And if I know it, then she knows it, too.”
“Honestly, Samantha, I think it’s more a matter of Patricia actually being helpless than her acting that way to gain my assistance. I doubt she could find a grocery store on her own, much less the toothpaste aisle.”
“But she’s not after toothpaste.”
As they stopped at a light, Richard leaned over and grabbed Samantha’s face, kissing her hard on her surprised mouth. “Don’t worry about this. You won’t have to deal with her.”
“Maybe not, but you will. And keep in mind that she’s got a subscriber website where she gives advice about how not to get screwed in a divorce.”
“She does?”
“Yes. Interesting stuff. You really need to spend more time surfing the ’net.”
“Shit.” Before Samantha could follow up her smug look with more commentary, he took a breath. “I’ll make dumping the website a condition of my helping her.”
“Great. She won’t need the site, anyway, because she’ll be busy screwing you over in person, instead.”
“No one screws me over, Samantha. Ever.”
“Yet, smart guy. Yet.”
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“She did n—”
“‘Oh, Richard, I need your help,’” she mimicked, doing a startlingly good impression of Patricia’s soft, cultured Brit—especially since the two women had barely spoken a total of five words to one another. “’I’ve left Peter, and I so badly want to make a new start, but I just don’t know how to do it on my own. You’re so big and strong and successful, can’t you see it in your heart to help me?’” Samantha canted her eyes at him. “Did it go a little like that?”
Christ. “Maybe,” he hedged. “But—”
“See? She wants you back.”
“Well, she can’t have me. I’m taken. But she asked for my help, and I’m partially the reason she’s in this position.”
“No, she put herself on her back and then you put her in the next position.”
“Even so—”
“You can’t resist putting on your shining armor, can you?” she said more calmly, blowing out her breath. “And if I know it, then she knows it, too.”
“Honestly, Samantha, I think it’s more a matter of Patricia actually being helpless than her acting that way to gain my assistance. I doubt she could find a grocery store on her own, much less the toothpaste aisle.”
“But she’s not after toothpaste.”
As they stopped at a light, Richard leaned over and grabbed Samantha’s face, kissing her hard on her surprised mouth. “Don’t worry about this. You won’t have to deal with her.”
“Maybe not, but you will. And keep in mind that she’s got a subscriber website where she gives advice about how not to get screwed in a divorce.”
“She does?”
“Yes. Interesting stuff. You really need to spend more time surfing the ’net.”
“Shit.” Before Samantha could follow up her smug look with more commentary, he took a breath. “I’ll make dumping the website a condition of my helping her.”
“Great. She won’t need the site, anyway, because she’ll be busy screwing you over in person, instead.”
“No one screws me over, Samantha. Ever.”
“Yet, smart guy. Yet.”
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“She wants you back.” Her gaze held his for a half-dozen heartbeats before she broke away, increasing her pace through the lobby and into the warm air of eastern Florida in January.
Richard followed her, a dozen denials and rebuttals fighting for position. “She does not.”
“Ooh, good retort. Prove it.”
“She needs someone to cosign her paperwork, and I’m the only one she could think of to do it. I spend time here. Hence, Palm Beach.”
“She needs—”
“And,” he cut in, warming to the argument, “and, the Society here is the type she feels comfortable with, anyway. A good dozen of her Patty’s Pack friends have winter homes here. I can’t see her moving to Dirt, Nebraska. Can you?”
Samantha dove into the Bentley that waited at the curb and actually hesitated a moment before she unlocked the passenger door for him. “No, but I can see her in Paris or Venice or Milan or New York,” she retorted. “But like you said, you’re here. And hey, Mr. Denial, if she has her Patty’s Pack friends in town, why is it again you’re being recruited to cosign?”
Richard barely had time to close his door before she peeled away from the curb. “You’re jealous,” he announced.
“You’re an asshole”
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Richard followed her, a dozen denials and rebuttals fighting for position. “She does not.”
“Ooh, good retort. Prove it.”
“She needs someone to cosign her paperwork, and I’m the only one she could think of to do it. I spend time here. Hence, Palm Beach.”
“She needs—”
“And,” he cut in, warming to the argument, “and, the Society here is the type she feels comfortable with, anyway. A good dozen of her Patty’s Pack friends have winter homes here. I can’t see her moving to Dirt, Nebraska. Can you?”
Samantha dove into the Bentley that waited at the curb and actually hesitated a moment before she unlocked the passenger door for him. “No, but I can see her in Paris or Venice or Milan or New York,” she retorted. “But like you said, you’re here. And hey, Mr. Denial, if she has her Patty’s Pack friends in town, why is it again you’re being recruited to cosign?”
Richard barely had time to close his door before she peeled away from the curb. “You’re jealous,” he announced.
“You’re an asshole”
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“Another thought abruptly occurred to her. “You promised me some ex-girlfriends at the Everglades Club, and Patty showed up. So how many of those actresses and models you’ve left strewn in your wake will be around?”
His jaw twitched. “Some, probably. They can’t resist seeing me in my polo uniform. But how many former girlfriends must one have before they can said to be strewn?”
“The exact number that you have,” she retorted. She’d seen photos of him with them, on the Internet, in every national rag, and even the more reputable magazines. And she knew there’d only been maybe half a dozen of them, though with the intensive coverage, the numbers seemed much higher than that.
“Don’t worry, love. I won’t be paying attention to anyone but you, busily trapping thieves and killers and strewing them in your wake.”
“Yeah, and don’t you forget that.”
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His jaw twitched. “Some, probably. They can’t resist seeing me in my polo uniform. But how many former girlfriends must one have before they can said to be strewn?”
“The exact number that you have,” she retorted. She’d seen photos of him with them, on the Internet, in every national rag, and even the more reputable magazines. And she knew there’d only been maybe half a dozen of them, though with the intensive coverage, the numbers seemed much higher than that.
“Don’t worry, love. I won’t be paying attention to anyone but you, busily trapping thieves and killers and strewing them in your wake.”
“Yeah, and don’t you forget that.”
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“Okay, that’s enough teasing, buddy,” she moaned, writhing against him. “I want the main course.”
“I’m not through with the appetizer,” he returned, lifting her onto the edge of the table and pulling her panties down in the same motion. He flung them somewhere over his shoulder.
“Hey! I’ve lost track of the number of pairs of underwear I’ve lost since I met you,” she protested in a voice thick with passion and amusement.
“I’ll buy you a store.” Rick sat in her vacated chair and leaned in to kiss the insides of her thighs.”
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“I’m not through with the appetizer,” he returned, lifting her onto the edge of the table and pulling her panties down in the same motion. He flung them somewhere over his shoulder.
“Hey! I’ve lost track of the number of pairs of underwear I’ve lost since I met you,” she protested in a voice thick with passion and amusement.
“I’ll buy you a store.” Rick sat in her vacated chair and leaned in to kiss the insides of her thighs.”
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“Her smile joined his, her thoughtful green eyes studying his face. “Do you know what I want to do right now?”
Rick placed the cloth napkin across his lap. He should have asked for a less conspicuous table. “Tell me.”
Samantha picked up a bread stick, examined it for a moment, then slowly licked the length of it. “Mm, salty goodness,” she murmured.
“Christ. Cease and desist before I split my zipper.”
“Oh, then I would have to sit on your lap in my short dress to protect your modesty.” She leaned forward, gazing at him serenely. “Comfortable?”
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Rick placed the cloth napkin across his lap. He should have asked for a less conspicuous table. “Tell me.”
Samantha picked up a bread stick, examined it for a moment, then slowly licked the length of it. “Mm, salty goodness,” she murmured.
“Christ. Cease and desist before I split my zipper.”
“Oh, then I would have to sit on your lap in my short dress to protect your modesty.” She leaned forward, gazing at him serenely. “Comfortable?”
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“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m a big girl, Addison? Help your ex. Do your good deed. Go to London for your meeting, or do your negotiating here. I’ll let you know if I need your help with friendly questions from the cop.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Unless you and Patricia are planning to move back in together or something first. Have you chosen your china?”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Hey, you married her. I didn’t.”
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“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Hey, you married her. I didn’t.”
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“I think those girls on the left side with the signs are members of Rick’s Chicks,” she returned, mostly to see if she could rattle him.
“So are you, if you get the newsletter.”
Sam smiled. She couldn’t help it, even when the volume of camera flashes increased in response. “That’s right. Ooh, Mr. Addison, you’re so hot, sign my tit, will you?”
He leaned over, kissing her ear. “I am going to fuck you all night,” he whispered.
Shivers went all the way down her spine. “I must have the deluxe fan club membership.”
“Oh, that you do, Samantha. That you do.”
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“So are you, if you get the newsletter.”
Sam smiled. She couldn’t help it, even when the volume of camera flashes increased in response. “That’s right. Ooh, Mr. Addison, you’re so hot, sign my tit, will you?”
He leaned over, kissing her ear. “I am going to fuck you all night,” he whispered.
Shivers went all the way down her spine. “I must have the deluxe fan club membership.”
“Oh, that you do, Samantha. That you do.”
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