CHAPTER 9: CRAIG
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Craig sat at the bar in the Club, nursing his second drink. He’d been here over an hour and Liz still hadn’t arrived. Perhaps, she’d come to her senses and realized what a stupid idea this was.
A woman walked over to him. “May I sit?”
He was flattered. She was an attractive brunette—younger than him, late thirties perhaps. She had long, long legs and great t**s. Probably fake, because they were way too big for her frame, but they were nice.
“Ah...” He glanced at the door. He didn’t need Liz seeing him with someone else.
“Are you waiting for someone in particular?”
“Yeah. Sorry.” He smiled.
She shrugged. “Maybe another night?”
“Sure.” He doubted it. Even if he ended up getting a divorce, he probably wouldn’t hang out at the Club.
There were plenty of men
