Mr. Big Shot (Mr. Big 1)
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I laughed out loud at his response. “I don’t know how many times I can say Oh My God.”
Candace rolled her chair back to my desk and read it, turning to me with the biggest grin on her face.
“Can you believe it? What a dick!”
“You can say that again.” At the same time, my mind went to more venal thoughts. Mr. Big? I’d watched practically every episode of Sex and the City several times and Mr. Big had a permanent place in my sexual fantasies.
MrBigShot69 was willing to pay some call girl $1000 to go to a fundraiser with him so he could rub her in someone’s face?
"Who is he? Whose face does he want to rub – me – in? The ex-girlfriend? She must have broken his heart and not the other way around."
"Must be the one who broke up with him. She's probably going to be there and he wants to have some hot babe on his arm to make her jealous. Typical male."
"He's probably some rich computer geek working on Wall Street, most likely."
"Most likely…"
I should have stopped at that point, but it was too much fun so I decided to keep playing along.
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To: [email protected]
Reply-To: [email protected]
Re: Re: Re: Re: Emergency
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I like to know with whom I’m getting involved. You’ll have to reveal more about yourself before I rearrange my week and say yes. Don’t want to end up in the Hudson with cement shoes. ;) Send me a pic and your real name, and your cell number so I can text you. Email is so 90s and leaves too much of a paper trail for a bright business woman like me.
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Later, SexyLexi911
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“I can’t wait to see him,” Candace said. “He’s probably five feet nothing and weighs a hundred pounds, with a pencil neck, thick glasses and a pocket protector.”
“You mean like every other geek we know?”
“Exactly.” She patted me on the back. “We attract only the best.”
I grinned at that and wondered what he looked like. I couldn’t believe a truly handsome man would have to take an escort to a fundraiser. If he was a half-decent person, he’d probably have a friend or even his sister who could go with him in a pinch. The fact he was ready to hire an escort didn’t speak too well of him as a person.
I waited to see if he was going to send me a photo of himself, give me his real name and his cell. If he did, I’d be shocked. He must be desperate if so. I felt bad for him, but seriously. He had to be more careful with personal security. Emailing some woman he didn’t know out of the blue? Some high-priced call girl whose number he got from his friend?
My inbox dinged and I opened the email, noting several attachments.
"Oh. My. God… He's that desperate?" I turned to Candace. "Doesn’t he have a female colleague he could ask to this function? I'm afraid to open the email, for fear of what I'll see."
I hesitated only briefly before I opened the email and clicked on the icon for the attachment. The software scanned the image and finding no virus, the image opened immediately. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw what he sent.
A screen cap of his American Express Black Card beside a bill with the unlimited credit limit displayed…
At least that was gorgeous…