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That face, that body, that dress … she’d probably been hit on a dozen tih!

He wasn’t foolish enough to think she could have avoided the proble else

Caleb had worked his way through law school, rather than touch his father’s money or the money he’d inherited from his mother

He’d delivered pizza, waited tables at Friendly’s, worked at an off-campus bar

There’d been a dress code for the wait staff at the bar

For the men: white shirts, black bow ties, black trousers, black shoes

For the women: black ribbons around their throats, low-cut white T-shirts a size too sy black skirts that barely covered their asses and black stiletto heels

Or they were fired

Sexual discrimination was alive and well in twenty-first century America As a lawyer, as a man, Caleb knew that

Still, he figured he deserved better than being treated like some kind of predator

He told that to Blondie

She raised her chin

“Is that a ‘no’ to another drink?” she said coldly

“That’s exactly what it is,” he said Then he turned his back to her, drank a little more of what remained of his Scotch and settled in to observe the scene for the next fifteen or twenty minutes

It was pretty much the sa that had changed was that the dancing had grown faster Maybe hotter was a better word