Page 4 of Filthy Business

“I can recommend someone. She handled mine.”

“The first marriage or the second?” I smirked.

“Fuck you. I’ve just been unlucky in love. At least I didn’t stay with my college girlfriend for twenty-five years.”

“I know Warner Reid through the company,” I said, changing the subject—because he was right.“He doesn’t usually handle divorces, but he’s made exceptions for friends.”

“Hmm. I used Lizzie McGuire for both of mine. Sharp lady—even knocked me back for a dinner date.”

I glanced away, trying to flag the waiter for another round.

“You asked your divorce lawyer out on a date?” I asked flatly.

“I didn’t say it was clever at the time,” he said, tapping a finger on the table.

“Brave of you.” I shook my head.

The waiter arrived and took our drink orders.

When he left, I leaned in.

“I’ve got it bad for a new girl in the office.”

He didn’t even blink.

“When was the last time you and Leona fucked?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a year ago… or longer.”

He sighed and shook his head.“What’s the point of being married?”

“I’m trying to rectify that now, dickhead,” I snapped.

He gave me a rueful smile.“True.”

“She’s kind of young,” I said, toying with the coaster, avoiding his eyes.

“And?”

I looked up, surprised.

“You’re the perfect age to be a sugar daddy.”

“Ugh. You’re disgusting. She’s nineteen months younger than Luke.”

“That’s a pretty precise number,” he said with a smirk.“Not a bad idea, though. Catch them young, train them up, be a sugar daddy in return.”

“How are you not in jail?”

“Hey, it’s a win-win. I might start accepting applications for wife number three.”

I opened my mouth, but the waiter returned.

“I thought you’d talk some sense into me,” I muttered, leaning forward.“But I forgot who I’m speaking to.”

He took his drink with a smug grin.

“This is exactly why you came to me.”