Chapter Ten

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I ignored her question. Why state the obvious?

"Have the information for me by the end of the day and a trip to the spa is on me. Have it for me before we reconvene at two o'clock, and those Louboutins you've been drooling over for the last month are yours, too."

'But – but," she spluttered, trying to compose herself. "Those are $3000 shoes!"

"Then it's a good thing your husband knows I'm gay and you didn't have to do anything untoward to earn them."

Frustrated, I raked my hand through my hair.

"Now go – find me what I need."


I wonder of the question "What would you do for a Klondike bar?" can be applied to new Louboutins? The list is very short for what I wouldn't do—and pretty flexible, too.