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Sweet Pea

“Can I get you another, Doll?” Sally Anne asked, pointing to my empty pint glass.

“No, thanks. I’m meeting someone soon and should probably be close to sober when she gets here.”

“She? Some other woman trying to horn in on my man? Who’s the bitch I have to cut?”

“You know my heart belongs to you alone. Besides, she’s a lawyer, so you might want to rethink your knifing plan.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been sued,” she replied.

“She’s with the DA’s office.”

“Wouldn’t be my first time in jail either,” she said, and I laughed. “Alright, honey. You just give me a holler if you need anything.”

I gave Sally Anne a parting nod and checked my phone for any messages from Callie. Our meeting wasn’t for another ten minutes, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was gonna cancel at the last minute. However, I didn’t have to worry for long. I looked up to see Callie, looking deadly as fuck, walking straight for the table.

She was dressed in a white sweater that clung tightly to her perfect body. A leather satchel was slung over her shoulder and the strap was positioned between her ample tits. She wore a black skirt and boots, showing off her long legs which I envisioned wrapped around me. She was a legitimate ten on any given day, but tonight her hotness level was off the fucking charts. God, I wanted to see her tied up.

I stood as she approached, but Callie spoke first.

“Thank you for meeting with me Mr. Kimb—”

“Sweet Pea,” I interrupted. “My name is Sweet Pea. Charlie Kimble is dead, and I’d prefer he stay that way.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

“Appreciate it.”

“I take it you come here often,” Callie said, scanning the room.

“Guilty as charged, counselor,” I said, sounding corny as fuck. “Sorry, you probably hear shitty legal jokes all day long.”

“Yup. Most of them from shitty lawyers,” she said, breaking into a thousand-watt smile.

I laughed and tried not to stare. “Can I get you a drink?”

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