Politics. Escorts. Blackmail. by Pynk

Author:Pynk [Pynk]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781455518074
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing

Midori wore her white linen dress, cropped leather jacket, and red heels while at the quaint bakery in trendy SoHo. She sat inside at the tiny round table for two. She was halfway through a cup of banana pudding, with a cup of strong black coffee to wash it down.

Virgil walked up and pulled out the other chair, in his gray pants and white shirt. He even wore a pocket protector with three pens inside. “I see you got a jump on it, huh, gorgeous?”

She said, after sipping her coffee, “I can’t come here and pass this up. It’s sinful.” She looked at him as he sat down and leaned back.

He saw a small box. “I see you got some to go.”

“The lemon and strawberry ones.” She watched him carefully.

“Oh, okay.” He stared at her, admiring her face.

She looked him up and down with caution, like she was reluctant to engage.

“What? You want to check my pockets? All I have is my cell and my wallet.”

“No.” She looked away and then asked, “So, you’re not getting anything?”

“No.”

She looked him up and down again. “Why come here and not order anything?”

“I didn’t come here for cupcakes.”

“So, you lied…again.” She gave a frown.

“I deserve that. Bring it on.”

“Are you on some guilt trip, Virgil?”

“Not even.”

“You sure? Not sorry that you acted like an ass when you broke up with me?”

He asked, “Are you on a guilt trip for lying to me?”

“Not even. I’m just saying, with you being a man, I’d think you’d be hanging out, dating, going hog wild, hitting everything that walks by. You’re free to do whatever you want to do.”

“I want to be right here.”

“Yeah, right. You’ve probably been out with someone.”

“I haven’t. You?”

“Me? Who’d want me? I’m a hooker, remember?” She sipped her coffee and smiled.

“So you went out of town for work?”

“Yes. Real estate.”

He cleared his throat instead of laughing. “Did you like him?”

“Honestly, yes, I did. But why are you all up in my business?”

He leaned forward. “Just asking. Wondering if maybe we can talk every now and then. Be honest with each other. Be up front. Be real. No judgment. Especially now that we’ve got all of the crap out of the way.”

She took a small bit of the pudding and spoke while eating. “Hard not to judge my life. Don’t be so sure you’ve got my crap out of the way. And I won’t be so sure I know about all of yours.” She licked the spoon.

“My life is nothing to be proud of. I’ve got problems like everyone else.”

“Oh, please. You’ve got it made. You’re about to be the son of the next president of the United States. What’s so bad about that?”

“Let’s just say, I didn’t live the type of life people would think. My birth dad treated me like crap. He cheated on my mom one time too many and then he died. After that she met my stepfather. It took me a minute, but I convinced myself that he treated her good.

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