"Dating a rich, attractive woman who incidentally has huge knockers isn't all it's cracked up to be, then?"
"Jakob …" Tim said sharply as his eyes fell on Martier.
Jakob turned and saw the pretty assistant watching them as if she was unsure. Oh right, the girl from the convent. He'd said "knockers." Oops.
"I'll see you two tonight," Jakob said as he clapped his friend affectionately on his back. "Hello, Martier," he said as he passed her.
She ducked her head in something like a nod and stammered something that might have been hello.
Tim's face had gone a shade of pale.
She took her seat and wouldn't meet his eyes. She busied herself with putting her things into her cubby.
His brain was trying to form an explanation before he remembered that he didn't have to give one. Yes, they'
