Bad Dog - Too Bad It's Fake

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“A friend of mine. Another lawyer, who talks far too much,” Sam said, under his breath.

The man was trying to get Sam’s attention, but Sam tried to ignore him for as long as he could. Finally, though, he sighed.

“I have to go – there’s something I need to talk to him about and I wasn’t planning to run into him here but it will have to be done now – but I would like to see you again later,” he said, gently taking my hand.

“I-I’m free tonight. Will Benny be okay by himself, if we go out?” I stammered, suddenly taken off guard.

“He’ll be fine,” Sam said confidently, a grin spreading across his face, “I’ll see you tonight.”

Chapter Four

Sam

I was so annoyed that I had to leave Ronda thanks to Jim showing up here right now. But I was glad I would get to see her again, in a more suitable place for a date than the park.

It was all I could do to keep my gaze on her eyes, as opposed to her sculpted legs or her full, plump breasts. It wasn’t that her eyes weren’t gorgeous – they definitely were – but that little sundress she had on didn’t leave too much to the imagination, and I was drooling.

I felt a bit bad about the lie of omission regarding Benny, since Ronda seeming like a sweet, genuine person, but I’d already dug myself in with one lie, so I couldn’t back out now.

I watched her gorgeous ass as she left, steering Warren masterfully. I had no idea how she managed it with the big, fully grown dog, considering the trouble I’d run into with a less-than-year-old puppy.

“Benny!” James cried, toddling over to the pup and hugging him a bit too hard, the miniature mauling machine surprisingly tolerant of the whole situation.

“Hey,” I greeted Jim while the pup licked every inch of his son’s face and James giggled madly.

“Hey, Sam, what was what about?” Jim asked.

“What was what about?”

“That woman sashaying away with the big brown dog,” Jim clarified with a grin. “You looked like you were pretty into her. Who’s that?”

“Ah, much more specific,” I said, tucking away a smile.

“So, what’s going on there, huh?” Jim asked, waggling his eyebrows in such a way that it almost looked like caterpillars were dancing on his forehead.

“Whatever do you mean, dear friend?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Come on, man, I’ve never seen you out with a woman during daylight. There’s actually a pool going around the office that you have a fetish for vampires,” he elbowed me playfully, his adolescent joviality contrasting sharply with his sober, black Armani appearance.

“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed, my amusement blending with my horror.

“Just a bit, though to be fair, your nocturnal lovelies do tend to be on the pale side,” Jim hedged.

“Are you having me followed?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No,” he laughed. “We just go to a lot of the same places. There are only so many places one can bring a dog and/or a child, after all.”

“Fair enough,” I conceded.

“So, you never answered me. Who’s the girl?”

I debated about whether to tell the whole story or not. It was a bit weird, after all, that I was using his dog to try to score. Plus, I was hesitant to admit that Benny had gotten sick under my care. But I decided to just tell him, and to my surprise, he didn’t seem upset.

“I didn’t even know dogs could get colds,” Jim said.

“Me neither, came as a bit of a shock honestly,” I agreed.

“Learn something new everyday,” Jim said. “Thanks for taking him to the vet for me.”

It never ceased to amaze me how he could make things seem better with just a few words. It was probably a large part of why he hadn’t lost a case in five years.

“It was no problem,” I continued, “and it turned out to be a great idea. Because that’s where I met Ronda.”

“Let me guess, she was there with her dog, right?” Jim rubbed his temples like he was trying to read my mind.

“No.”

“Oh, I see, the tech. All decked out in scrubs. You dirty dog,” he said, elbowing me again.

“She was the vet, actually,” I said.

“Really?” Jim asked, seeming dumbfounded.

“Yeah, I think she actually runs the clinic; she was the only doctor I saw there anyway. But the place was packed.”

“But she’s so young,” Jim said.

“I think she might be older than she looks,” I said, having done the math on the time it would take to get full veterinary qualifications versus the age most people started college.

“Oh, that makes sense. I was about to accuse you of cradle-robbing,” Jim laughed.

“How much younger is Vicky than you again?” I asked pointedly, referring to his wife.

“That’s different,” Jim said, the classic defense for when one gets caught in a massive bit of hypocrisy.