Page 21 of Mr. Flirt

And now I signed myself up for a date with Mr. Flirt.

And I was in absolutely no mood to mingle.Seeing these photos only irritated the crap out of me.

Sure, Shep was sexier than sin and had eyes that melted me on the spot, but he was a male. A male who flirted so well, I was surprised he didn’t offer classes on the subject. Not to mention, he pretended to be someone else the first time I met him.

What had I been thinking?

Right away, it was obvious he had no issues with bending the truth.

And in my profession, that was a red flag. It was like all those mistresses who waited for the husband to tell his wife, and every few months, there would be another excuse as to why he had to push the reveal date out yet again. It was so predictable.

But Shep wasn’t professing his love for anyone. He merely wanted a good time, and maybe for once in my life, that was what I needed.

A smile touched my lips as I thought about Shep. He’d kept me on my toes during our conversation, and so far, he hadn’t held back.

And neither had I.

For once.

Even better, he didn’t seem the least bit threatened by my profession. In fact, it almost felt like he took it as a challenge.

I frowned, unsure of whether or not that was a good thing. I didn’t have time to be someone’s amusement.

Actually, I didn’t have time for much of anything. Maybe being someone’s entertainment was less time-consuming. It might be fun to have a fling and never look back.

Regardless, I had a date and needed to head out before I got even more annoyed at the opposite sex. I’d swung by my townhouse and picked up a royal blue silk dress with spaghetti straps and a pair of silver heels. I’d become an expert at changing in my office since my job often led to spur-of-the-moment dinner plans with clients.

Over the years, I’d noticed a pattern. Fresh off the breakup, a lot of women didn’t want to go back to their empty house at night and would welcome any excuse to avoid it, even if that meant meeting with an attorney.

Granted, I’d represented both men and women over the years, but I was known for representing the good guy in the relationship. Sure, every side had its own version of the truth, but when there was infidelity or some other matter that spoiled any chances of reconciliation, it was easier to side with the victim.

The silk ran over my body as the dress fell into place. I slipped my shoes on and let out a deep breath.

Life wasn’t all about doom and gloom. Maybe Shep’s sister and friends had it right.

Maybe none of us truly knew who we should be dating, and we should rid ourselves of expectations.

Sounded easy enough.

Lower the bar.

Better yet—have no bar.

Just go with the flow and see who winds up in your bed.

I shivered at the last thought.

That was the one thing about me.

I had boundaries and very high expectations to go along with a very empty bed.

I snatched my purse and made my way down the elevator to the parking garage, where I unlocked my car and hopped in, all the while trying not to talk myself out of meeting Shep.

Just because he pulled pranks for fun didn’t mean I did. I was responsible and kind. Ish.

As I pulled out of the garage, I turned onto the street leading to the restaurant he chose.

The thought of Shep’s amazing blue eyes made me smile, and the moment that happened, I had to brake hard to avoid an escaped ball bouncing from a park. Pulse-pounding, I waved at the mother and son, fetching the ball before moving on.

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