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“Go give him a blow job.” Brandy teases further. “I bet it’ll be his first.”

“First that he didn’t have to pay for, that is.” Wendy adds.

“Um…” Laurie, Brandy and Wendy’s cousin, interrupts. “You do know that that’s Caleb Harris, right? He was ranked the most photographed bachelor from some teen magazine. And I’ve seen him all over the pages of all the other magazines.”

“What are you doing reading teen magazines, you weirdo.” Brandy states.

“I didn’t say I read it. I just skimmed through it.”

“What were you doing skimming through it.” Janice, Brandy’s friend, says, voice flat, but with a smile on her face.

“I think we’re missing the point here, girls.” Brandy informs. “The fact that the most eligible bachelor is sitting on the opposite side of the bar, mere feet from us, just out of earshot, and he seems to be trying to make love to Laney here with his eyes.” She looks at me. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Does it matter that I’m too drunk to care?” I ask, tipping my head back, tossing back the last of my wine.

“Please. You’re a Scot. You can handle yourself.” Brandy says, not impressed. She’s seen me on drinking binges with my da. She knows that I’ve never been too drunk to care. I’m just nonplussed. The truth of the matter is that Brandy’s divorce simply places a nail in the casket for me. Sure, Kurt wasn’t rich, and he couldn’t handle it that Brandy was, and Caleb Harris is probably about as rich as I am, so the point I’m making is moot. He could handle it. Not that I’m even giving the thought of hooking up with Caleb Harris an iota of energy. I have zero interest in men. None of them interest me. Every rich boy I’ve met, which is frequent, are so fucking full of themselves it makes my stomach turn. And when I have hooked up with non-rich men, they’re so intimidated by me it makes me equally nauseous.

…but they are fun to play with.

“Alright, I’ll bet you he’s here to see me.” I guess.

“Why do you say that?” Brandy tries.

“Please. He’s at a bar, alone, in the middle of the day, and he’s not poring his heart out over a lass, clearly, since he’s checking me out.”

“How did he know you were here?” Wendy probes.

I wave. “Investment one-oh-one is you check out your investments, and you keep your friends close and your enemies closer. My da has more eyes on the Harris clan than he has on me.”

“Aren’t you insulted?” Wendy asks, brows knit together.

“It’s the name of the game, lass. Hell, Caleb’s spies are probably kin with our spies.” I adjust my breasts by lifting them in my dress, and I fluff my hair, not looking his way, and then I do.

“He’s got it for you, Laney.” Brandy says.

I lean over and whisper to her, loud enough that the other girls can hear. “Get a load of this.”

I walk back to the table, and the girls’ jaws are on the floor.

“I swear to God I thought you were going to take him out back and fuck him.” Brandy says quickly, in disbelief of what just went down.

“Were you?” Wendy asks. “Were you going to fuck him?”

I scrunch my face. “Not for twice my income.”

“God, I thought you were going to take him right there at the bar, with the bartender watching.” Laurie adds. “And I’m not the only one.”

“Yeah.” Janice interjects. “Every set of eyes in this place were watching you, and likely thinking the same thing.”

“Well, I had no intention of doing that. The truth is, the guy is truly an asshole, just like I thought. Cocky bastard.”

“Why is he cocky?” Brandy asks, and here it comes, her need to get all the juicy details.

“Because he thinks he’s got me figured out, but he doesn’t. I was just fucking with him. It pissed him off, but it was truly entertaining for me.”

Brandy smiles wide, slowly placing her fisted hand under her chin, completely enthralled. “What did he say?”

“Apparently his da wants us to get married. Big fucking shocker there.”

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