Chapter 26: Dazzled
12:22 P.M.
Lund’s Sports Bar
“We’re both quite flexible,” Francine admitted, serving me a third vodka on the rocks. Her goal was to get me drunk and send me off in Beckley Roarke’s arms, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted with my body.
“No more drinks,” I said, pushing the third vodka to her side of the bar. “I have some work to do. Pictures need to be uploaded to my editor.”
“Doesn’t matter what you say. Like me, you’re still flexible.” She had just spilled her guts about her morning with Jamie Bodice, who she said was quite the man in bed and knew what to do with a woman. Her details of flexibility were quite graphic and somewhat repulsive all at the same time. Sometimes friendship allowed too many facts to be shared, such as her nighttime trysts with
