She also was always perfectly pedicured. She was a high-end business woman, always wearing form fitting female suits and all manner of heels. It was t...e heels I loved most. However, as hot as she was, she was a complete bitch. You have not met a bitchy woman until you have met this one. She was super uptight from her job and a workout nazi. She was up Jon and I’s asses all the time. If she knew half the shit we got up to Jon would have been grounded for years. Hell, she probably would have. But here I was.I took a deep breath and entered the room. Lord Blackthwaite was sittingin an old-fashioned leather chair behind an enormous antique wooden deskdecorated with elaborate carvings. The only items on the desk were ananalog telephone and a battered Olivetti portable typewriter. The room'swalls were lined with books from floor to ceiling. The only otherfurniture was an antique armchair with a small side table and readinglamp. Lady Blackthwaite occupied it, and I was left standing in. And anyway, she wont be cheating on me if Im there egging her on to fuck other men … or women. We can still love each other. OK. If you really want this, Ill have to meet her before I agree to try to do this. If you agree to do this, Ill make it worth your while. I cant deny that I could use some extra money, but I wont even start unless Im convinced that she really wants my help. Will you come to dinner with us tomorrow? You can discuss this with her and make your decision based on how willing. ‘I’m goin’ to kill you!’ ‘Fathah, he didn’t. His eyes never left mine.’ Triela tried to pull her Dad by the shoulders. The Boss glanced back at her. ‘I swear. He did no such thing. Janet was twenty feet behind us when she made that accusation.’ The Boss straightened up, brushing his hands together before he stepped back. ‘And why would a couple professionals stop what they were doin’ and care about your sorry ass?’ ‘Well…’ I started but tailed off. Triela stared intently at me, ‘You tried to.