The Mane Event
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This conversationDez rapped her knuckles against the Formica tableis over.
Be careful, Dez, Jimmy stated earnestly.
And dont sleep with him the first night, Vinny warned. We know what a slut you can be.
Dez turned to Sal. Do you have anything to add to this bullshit?
Yeah. Sal looked down from the ceiling hed been staring at. Based on the structure of this building, if we removed that pillar back there, we could take out this whole block.
Dez sighed.
Mace sat down next to Smitty and glared at the man. Could you explain to me again why were here?
Because my sister wanted to come to Macys. See all the pretty Christmas displays. Some people actually like this holiday, Mace.
I understand why were at Macys. I dont understand why were in the lingerie department of Macys. It sure as hell wasnt helping his present situation. He kept imagining Dez in all the different panties and bras on the sales floor. It simply wouldnt make dinner an easy event if he walked in sporting a hard-on.
You think Im comfortable? Smitty shook his head. Id rather be driving bamboo shoots through my fingernails than thinkin about my sister in any of thisstuff, he growled. And she better be gettin somethin flannel.
Yeah, right. Smitty always wanted to believe his baby sister remained some kind of untouched virgin. At twenty-nine and seriously cute, Mace doubted that.
Ill have you know wolf women are very into flannel.
Not the wolf women Ive known.
Surprised, Smitty turned to Mace, who smiled and shrugged. Smitty really thought he knew everything about him, didnt he? Foolish puppy.
What can I say? Im a male. They were three healthy females. It was the Philippines. Do the math.
And after all that you think you can settle down with one woman? A human, no less?
Of course I can. Mace grinned. Cause shes Dez.
I met her, Mace. Shes a nice girl and all, but I dont get it.
Good. Keep it that way.
Smitty chuckled. Man, hoss, you got it bad.
I know. He stood up. You better tell your sister to get a move on. Ive got to head downtown soon. I am not going to be late for this.
Mace wandered away to check out all the lingerie. He wondered how long before he and Dez would be at the Its okay to buy me lingerie stage of their relationship. He hoped it would be tomorrow. Although even he had to admit that might be pushing it a little.
Or maybe dinner would prove she had changed after all. So muchhed rather stick his hand in an open flame instead of spending one more second with her. It would definitely make things easier since she insisted on being damn difficult about all this. Yet he wasnt holding out hope for that scenario either.
Mace had just passed a line of demi-cup bras that actually made his mouth water when he saw her. Looking beautiful and sexyand desperate. She was talking to some short guy with no neck. Actually, no-neck was doing all the talking. Dez seemed trapped. She nodded as if she were really listening, but her eyes seemed to search for anyone who could rescue her. Eventually their eyes locked, and Mace could practically hear her screaming for help. He realized how much of their time together she did remember, when she made a move he hadnt seen in twenty years.
Dez ran her hands through her beautiful auburn hair, brought her fingertips over her ears, lingering on the right one as she gave it a gentle and subtle tug.
It had been their sign. The move they made when Amber Kollerici backed you into a corner to discuss the fun world of knitting or when Dominic Bannon had you backed into a corner threatening to pound your face in. Their secret sign for Get me the fuck outta here!
With a smile he didnt try to hide, he held up the bra and panty set hed been eyeing and pointed at it. He raised an eyebrow. Immediately she caught on. If I help you, you wear this
She scratched her forehead with one finger. The middle one. He laughed and went off to save his damsel in distress.
Wasnt holiday shopping for your family bad enough without having to add running into the ex-husband? Especially when he stopped to buy lingerie for his fiance. Then she did that thing again. That thing her post-breakup therapist told her never to do when she met up with her ex to go over property splits or paperwork.
Ask him how he was doing.
Because Matt would tell her. Hed tell her in detail. And it was always bad. The man made ber-money, lived in the poshest part of Manhattan with his hot, slut fiance. Yet he always found a reason to complain about somethingif not everything.
Already hed been talking for a good twenty minutes about how everyone at his firm hated him. Of course they hated him. Matt made being an asshole into an art form. But, of course, that couldnt possibly be the reason. They didnt understand him. His brilliance had them all jealous, or they envied the fact he could buy a new car every other year. It definitely wasnt because he was an asshole.
For the billionth time since she realized her marriage had been a huge mistake, Dez kicked herself. What the hell had she been thinking anyway? That he might actually like her? That he wanted to be with her to raise a family? That hed be okay with her being on The Job? She shuddered, thinking about those many arguments over her late nights and overtime schedule.
Be careful, Dez, Jimmy stated earnestly.
And dont sleep with him the first night, Vinny warned. We know what a slut you can be.
Dez turned to Sal. Do you have anything to add to this bullshit?
Yeah. Sal looked down from the ceiling hed been staring at. Based on the structure of this building, if we removed that pillar back there, we could take out this whole block.
Dez sighed.
Mace sat down next to Smitty and glared at the man. Could you explain to me again why were here?
Because my sister wanted to come to Macys. See all the pretty Christmas displays. Some people actually like this holiday, Mace.
I understand why were at Macys. I dont understand why were in the lingerie department of Macys. It sure as hell wasnt helping his present situation. He kept imagining Dez in all the different panties and bras on the sales floor. It simply wouldnt make dinner an easy event if he walked in sporting a hard-on.
You think Im comfortable? Smitty shook his head. Id rather be driving bamboo shoots through my fingernails than thinkin about my sister in any of thisstuff, he growled. And she better be gettin somethin flannel.
Yeah, right. Smitty always wanted to believe his baby sister remained some kind of untouched virgin. At twenty-nine and seriously cute, Mace doubted that.
Ill have you know wolf women are very into flannel.
Not the wolf women Ive known.
Surprised, Smitty turned to Mace, who smiled and shrugged. Smitty really thought he knew everything about him, didnt he? Foolish puppy.
What can I say? Im a male. They were three healthy females. It was the Philippines. Do the math.
And after all that you think you can settle down with one woman? A human, no less?
Of course I can. Mace grinned. Cause shes Dez.
I met her, Mace. Shes a nice girl and all, but I dont get it.
Good. Keep it that way.
Smitty chuckled. Man, hoss, you got it bad.
I know. He stood up. You better tell your sister to get a move on. Ive got to head downtown soon. I am not going to be late for this.
Mace wandered away to check out all the lingerie. He wondered how long before he and Dez would be at the Its okay to buy me lingerie stage of their relationship. He hoped it would be tomorrow. Although even he had to admit that might be pushing it a little.
Or maybe dinner would prove she had changed after all. So muchhed rather stick his hand in an open flame instead of spending one more second with her. It would definitely make things easier since she insisted on being damn difficult about all this. Yet he wasnt holding out hope for that scenario either.
Mace had just passed a line of demi-cup bras that actually made his mouth water when he saw her. Looking beautiful and sexyand desperate. She was talking to some short guy with no neck. Actually, no-neck was doing all the talking. Dez seemed trapped. She nodded as if she were really listening, but her eyes seemed to search for anyone who could rescue her. Eventually their eyes locked, and Mace could practically hear her screaming for help. He realized how much of their time together she did remember, when she made a move he hadnt seen in twenty years.
Dez ran her hands through her beautiful auburn hair, brought her fingertips over her ears, lingering on the right one as she gave it a gentle and subtle tug.
It had been their sign. The move they made when Amber Kollerici backed you into a corner to discuss the fun world of knitting or when Dominic Bannon had you backed into a corner threatening to pound your face in. Their secret sign for Get me the fuck outta here!
With a smile he didnt try to hide, he held up the bra and panty set hed been eyeing and pointed at it. He raised an eyebrow. Immediately she caught on. If I help you, you wear this
She scratched her forehead with one finger. The middle one. He laughed and went off to save his damsel in distress.
Wasnt holiday shopping for your family bad enough without having to add running into the ex-husband? Especially when he stopped to buy lingerie for his fiance. Then she did that thing again. That thing her post-breakup therapist told her never to do when she met up with her ex to go over property splits or paperwork.
Ask him how he was doing.
Because Matt would tell her. Hed tell her in detail. And it was always bad. The man made ber-money, lived in the poshest part of Manhattan with his hot, slut fiance. Yet he always found a reason to complain about somethingif not everything.
Already hed been talking for a good twenty minutes about how everyone at his firm hated him. Of course they hated him. Matt made being an asshole into an art form. But, of course, that couldnt possibly be the reason. They didnt understand him. His brilliance had them all jealous, or they envied the fact he could buy a new car every other year. It definitely wasnt because he was an asshole.
For the billionth time since she realized her marriage had been a huge mistake, Dez kicked herself. What the hell had she been thinking anyway? That he might actually like her? That he wanted to be with her to raise a family? That hed be okay with her being on The Job? She shuddered, thinking about those many arguments over her late nights and overtime schedule.
