Chapter Three
Lost in Translation
Time: a great engraver, or eraser.
- Yahia Lababidi
KAT
Tampa, Florida
Present Day
I nearly moaned when I felt his fingers on me.
Leaning back in my massage chair, I let my pedicurist, Joe, take me to heaven and back. It’d been a long week. My feet were beat, squeezed into red-bottomed Louboutins and walked to within an inch of their little lives. I had enough of the suits. As snazzy and sophisticated as they were, my favorite work attire was binding, barely breathable in the humid southern summer.
It was nice to just take a weekend to myself. It was relaxing to get away from headlines and deadlines. But I still had him on my mind. I had to research the asshole. And by Monday morning, I knew so much more about the man.
He’d gone to Harvard, earne
