Playing Dirty: Windy City Kink, Book 3 Read Free Page A

of shirts. So that’ll be my next project once we find space and get all moved in and set up. I’m excited about it.”
    “I’m excited about having male clients.” Trenise flashed a white smile back at her. Her pretty magenta top set off her chocolate skin and dark hair perfectly.
    Paige started helping her with things and they chatted about their newest clients and some marketing strategies. Then someone buzzed at the door.
    “UPS guy,” Trenise said, moving to the door.
    But it wasn’t the UPS guy. It was a different delivery person with a large flat box in his hands. “For Paige Nelson,” he said.
    Paige ducked around Trenise. “That’s me.”
    “Sign here.”
    She signed for the delivery, curious about the parcel. It was heavy. Trenise closed the door and Paige carried it over to the huge table they used to put together orders. “This is weird,” she muttered. “I have no idea what this is.”
    She opened the parcel, Trenise leaning against the table watching her. Inside, beneath some tissue paper, was what appeared to be a wool coat. In a beautiful crimson color, not unlike the one she had. Her coat was Donna Karan, a trench style with a big collar. It was several years old, but she loved it. This one was also Donna Karan, but this season’s, in a more updated style that Paige’s expert eyes assessed as she lifted it out of the box.
    The fabric was luxurious, the details impeccable.
    “What the hell?” Trenise muttered.
    “Size two,” she murmured, looking at the tag. Same as the one she wore.
    “It’s nice,” Trenise said. “Did you order that?”
    “No.” Paige noticed something else in the box and lifted out a pair of black wool Donna Karan trousers. Also her size. “Oh my God.”
    “What?” Trenise frowned and straightened.
    “Who was that guy?”
    “Who?” Trenise’s voice grew louder. “Paige! Tell me what’s going on! I’m dying here.”
    Paige met her eyes. “I slipped and fell outside the Stennis Building just as I was going in. I skinned my knee a bit and got mud on my coat and my pants. The pants are fine, really. I brushed most of the mud off. There were two men there to show the space to me. Well, one of them seemed to just happen to be there. Mr. Lauden. He was very…apologetic about me falling and said to send the dry-cleaning bill to Brad, the guy I’ve been dealing with.”
    “So…he didn’t wait for you to get your things cleaned. He sent you new ones. Seriously?”
    “Um. Yeah. It appears so.” Paige shook her head. “I think he was worried I’m going to sue them or something. He even offered to take me out for dinner.”
    Trenise’s eyebrows flew up. “How old is this guy?”
    “Uh…mid-thirties, I’d guess.”
    She grinned. “I doubt he was offering you dinner to keep you from suing.”
    Paige stared at the beautiful clothing items again. “Well. Maybe not.” She grimaced. “I said it wasn’t necessary.”
    “What did he look like?”
    She gave Trenise a look.
    “What?” Her smile widened. “Was he hot? Why didn’t you go?”
    Yes. He was hot. He was blazing, burning, red -hot. And she didn’t go because…well, the invitation had taken her by surprise. Knocked her off-balance. And…he scared her.
    She said none of this to Trenise.
    “How did he…?” She remembered him taking her coat. He must have inspected the label. He obviously couldn’t have done that with her pants, which weren’t actually Donna Karan, rather, Banana Republic. “Wow.”
    Trenise clapped her hands together and nearly jumped up and down. “This is off the chain! Hot guy with loads of cheese has a big crush on you!”
    Paige’s eyes nearly bugged out staring at her. “No no no. Good jumping Christ on a pogo stick no.” She paused and her lips twitched into a smile. “Loads of cheese ?”
    Trenise laughed. “Yeah. Cheese. Cake. Guap.”
    “What makes you think he has loads of cheese?”
    “Girl, I know how much that Donna Karan coat is.”
    “I can’t