A Homewrecker

Andrew

No, Lanie wasn’t like that. She was Liza’s polar opposite in every way.

“Why don’t you stay in town a little longer?” Liza asked. “You gave me a wonderful tour of Seattle when I was out in your neck of the woods. Let me return the favor. I can show you some wonderful little places I know you’d love.”

“Uh—” I opened my mouth to tell her no. A firm no. But she steamrolled right over me.

“You like seafood, right? There’s this little place not far from here that serves the most decadent oysters I’ve ever tasted. And their wine pairings?” She paused and slid off the desk to press one hand lightly to my bicep. “It will ruin all other seafood for you. I promise.”

I carefully lifted her hand from my arm. “I appreciate the invitation,” I said, trying to be as respectful as possible. Liza was my client, and the business deal we were working on was still in the fragile stages. I’d miss out on a massive payout if I fucked things up between us. But I wasn’t going to be used as a plaything,