Surprise

    “What was the address again? I think we might have passed it.”
    Chase Sinclair clutched the steering wheel and eyed his partner in the passenger seat next to him. She was applying another layer of thirty-dollar lip gloss on her already perfectly pink lips. In his opinion, she didn't need makeup at all. She could roll in the mud and still be a knockout of supermodel proportions. “We don't need the address, Lexi. I know where it is and I told you we still have a few blocks.”
    “You know I'm really not surprised you know where a place called Pink Pussycats is. I suppose you drop in often.”
    “On occasion, when the drink specials are good.” He loved the jealous scowl she was trying to hide. It almost made him feel better about the stupid case to begin with. “You know I'm thinking of you the whole time.”
    “And I don't understand why you're so upset about this case. I would think you, of all people, would be delighted to go to a strip club. For once you have a good reason to gawk at naked women for the sake of business.”
    “Well naked women or not, this case has nothing to do with private detection. I feel like a pimp.”
    She laughed. That little giggle of hers that made his dick twitch to attention. “It's not so bad,” she insisted. "Just think of it as finding a missing person. We've done that a ton of times before. And besides, I think it's kind of romantic.”
    He chuckled; he couldn't help it. In their on again-off again relationship, he always regarded himself as the hopeless romantic one. This wasn't hard when he considered the object of his affection sitting next to him a few painful inches away. “I think it's kind of ridiculous.”
    “Why?” She crossed her long spider legs, the slit sliding dangerously high on her thigh.
    “I don't know,” he shrugged. “I just feel like we are helping this guy mess up his life.”
    “By helping a man find happiness?”
    “That's just it. This Harold Mason guy is a high level accountant for a Fortune 500 company. He told us himself his idea of a wild night was playing scrabble in French. What the hell does he want with a stripper he met at his brother's bachelor party?      more >>