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entertainment law. “I’ll be out near Century City.” She smiled. “Besides, having me there would sort of cramp your style. Isn’t Conrad still staying with you?”
    Liza laughed. “First of all, since when has having someone else around ever cramped anything of mine?”
    Natalie knew that better than anyone. She could still hear the shrieks of ecstasy coming from Liza’s bedroom at The Maxi.
    She still hadn’t told Liza about Jake. She’d wanted to, intended to, but somehow she’d ended up just telling her she’d gone out for coffee after the party. And since she’d never see him again, there was no point in telling Liza now. She’d only hound Natalie about seeing him again.
    â€œAs for Conrad, yeah, he’s still around.”
    â€œAlmost two weeks. A record for you, Liza,” she teased. “Better watch out, you’re rushing headlong into what others might actually describe as a relationship.”
    Liza wasn’t offended. In fact, she laughed. “Never fear, honey. You know I get bored easily. And with all these luscious men out here? Why waste them on the young and naive, when I’m available?”
    Natalie laughed along with her, but privately she felt the same twinge of worry she always did when her friend talked like that. Of course, since her morning with Jake, she had no right to talk. In fact, she’d privately wondered if maybe she shouldn’t be more like her best friend, more cavalier about life and love and having a good time. After all, how many times had Liza tried to pound it into her that they were only young once? And Liza intended to stay that way as long as possible. Of course, the secret to her fountain of youth was usually about six-two and built like a billboard model. In fact, he usually was a model.
    â€œI keep telling you to come out here and ply your legal-eagle trade. I could teach you how to have a good time.”
    Natalie had heard this too many times to count. But she liked the energy of New York. And, like it or not, being here made it easier to make the obligatory tripshome when absolutely necessary. Which was far more often than she liked.
    â€œWell, with the way you go through men, there’s hardly any left for me, anyway,” she joked.
    â€œOh, sweetie, they come in daily. By the busloads. Trust me. Hey! You want me to set you up for Friday?”
    â€œNo!” Natalie cleared her throat. “I mean, I’ll be happy if I don’t look like a whipped puppy. The pressure of a blind date would kill me. Okay?”
    There was a telling pause.
    â€œPromise me, Liza. If I even think you’ll pull a fast one—”
    Liza laughed gaily. “Oh, but, sweetie, the fast ones are the most fun!”
    Natalie wondered what her friend would say if she told her just how fast she’d been at Liza’s last party. “Thanks, but no thanks. Swear?”
    â€œSwear. But all work and no play—”
    â€œMakes Natalie a successful, if lonely, attorney. Now go play with Conrad, and I’ll see you Friday.”
    She hung up smiling, glad she’d called. She was in a much better mood. She only whimpered a little when she looked at the cardboard box full of files she had to go through tonight. “All work and no play.” She sighed. “That’s me.”
    You could play with Jake. All day Saturday. Or whatever part of it he’s free, her subconscious taunted her. In a little more then seventy-two hours you could be sweaty, naked and having multiple orgasms.
    She resolutely ignored her body’s lurching response to that idea and punched her speed dial for the nearby Chinese takeout. “I’ll show them I know how to live.”Tonight she’d order Peking duck instead of her usual moo-shu pork. With extra plum sauce. So there.
    Coming, again and again, while he pounds into you like a—
    And just for good measure, while she was out, maybe