Page 9 of Baby Daddy
In addition to speaking three languages fluently, Brock was an expert on the body language of women. He could read exactly what they wanted and how they wanted it. Then say what they wanted to hear. He was ready to conquer. And score. Flashing a seductive smile, the blonde turned around so her back was to us.
“Check out that piece of ass,” crooned Brock. “C’mon. Remember, I make the first moves.”
A short minute later, we were at the bar. Luck had it that there was an empty seat next to Ms. Blond and Gorgeous.
“Hey, beautiful. Anyone sitting here?” Brock asked, pulling out the barstool while I stood next to him. I was already feeling like his sidekick.
She turned to face us. Up close, she was even more striking. Her skin porcelain, her eyes sapphire, and her luscious lips lightly glossed. They reminded me a lot of my new assistant’s, especially the way the corners turned up like a Cupid’s bow. They were lips made for cock sucking. She smiled seductively again.
“It’s reserved for my sister. She went to the ladies’ room. You can have it until she gets back.”
“Great,” said my companion, scooting onto the stool while I leaned against the bar.
“Watcha drinking, angel?” Brock asked, already on the make.
“A pink margarita.” She took another sip.
Another almost empty margarita glass was on the bar counter where Brock was sitting. Probably the sister’s. A little bit of salt still coated the rim.
The blonde finished her drink, but before she could set the glass down, Brock took it from her.
“Can I buy you another?”
Oh, man, he was slick.
“Sure.”
“You know what, I’m going to order a pitcher.” Brock turned to me. “Is that okay by you, bro?”
“Go for it.” I really wanted a gin and tonic, but I wasn’t about to fuck things up.
While Brock got the attention of a bartender, the blond babe smiled at me and then returned her attention to Brock after he placed the order.
“Why don’t you introduce me to your friend, stranger?”
“Sorry. This is my buddy, Drake, and my name’s Brock.
“Hi,” she said breathily, sizing both of us up. That’s what chicks did. Mentally, they were calculating how much money we made and how big our dicks were. The more the better. I guess we passed the test because she didn’t brush us off. At least, not yet.
“I’m Lulu. So, what do you guys do?”
Yup. She was going for the jugular. Not wasting a second to see if we were worth her time. Or should I say, net-worthy. Brock responded.
“I’m a lawyer. And Drake’s in the entertainment business.”
Her eyes stayed fixed on Brock. “Cool. What kind of law do you practice?”
“Family law. Did you read about the woman who sued her sperm donor and won child support?”
My muscles clenched. Brock’s cockiness was bad enough, but every time he brought up this case (he had no clue about my little extra-curricular college activity), I saw my life savings pouring out of my bank account like water. Given all the women I’d likely impregnated, I could be cleaned out for life. And I’m sure my old man would cut off my inheritance. Maybe even boot me out of the company.
Her eyes lit up. “Yeah, that was all over the news. You represented her?”
“Yeah, that was me.” Brock flashed a big shit-eating grin. He could be such a pompous asshole. But I guess it took one to know one.
Lulu raked her manicured fingers through her mane. “Wow! You’re like famous.”
Richand famous. Still smiling smugly, he did his Mr. Humble Pie bit. He really had his act down to an art.