“Perfect,” Sharpe said. “And you’ll have the money ready?”
“Of course. I’ll find something to put it in for you.”
“That won’t be necessary; I’ll bring a briefcase.”
“Oh, good,” Mitzi said, standing up.
Sharpe stood up, too, and made a move toward her.
Mitzi hadn’t been expecting it, and suddenly she found his lips on hers. It was a struggle not to grab a letter opener from the desk next to her and plunge it into his neck, but she stood still and let him put his tongue in her mouth for a moment, before pushing him gently away.
“Oh, Derek, you’re so impulsive.”
“I’ll be more deliberate next time,” he said.
“What would Hildy say?”
“I think Hildy might find it exciting,” he said.
“Please don’t bring her with you tomorrow,” she said. “I would be embarrassed if she found out what we’re doing.”
“I’ll come alone,” he said, rubbing the back of his fingers across her right breast.
“Oh, good,” Mitzi said, taking his arm and leading him back into the living room. “Did you say ten tomorrow morning?”
“That’s good for me,” he replied.
She squeezed his arm. “That’s good for me, too.”
37
STONE AND MITZI SAT sipping bourbon at a front room table at the Park Avenue Café.
“So, it went well?”
“So well I can’t believe it,” Mitzi said. “Downtown was thrilled with what they got on
tape.” She smiled. “They enjoyed your tape, too.”
“I’m afraid Patti had been given the task of keeping me out of the living room, and she was enjoying her work a little too much.” He gave her an account.
Mitzi nearly choked on her Knob Creek. “I’m surprised you didn’t succumb!”
“If you and Rita hadn’t worn me out last night, I might well have.”
“Men have no stamina,” Mitzi said.
“I didn’t know we were so weak.”
She nodded. “One orgasm and you’re done.”
“Well, with a little time out in between I can sometimes manage a second round.”
“Sex renders men unconscious,” she said. “Whereas Rita and I could have gone on all night. In fact, we nearly did!”
“But I was unconscious.”
“Well, yes.”