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later she walks in and spots me right away.
    As she sits across from me, I gesture to the juice in front of her.  “I got you Tropicana, since you had it the other night.”
    “Perfect.  Thank you.”  Her voice is soft and sweet, and has the ability to stay trapped in my mind for days on end.
    “Good workout?” I ask, silently saying a prayer of thanks that she left her Lycra outfit on.
    “Yeah, I think so.  I’m not really big on exercise, but I don’t want my ass getting too wide,” she jokes.
    Your ass is perfect.
    “Tell me about your day?” I ask after she takes a long pull of her juice.
    “Just work, the same as usual.  What about you?”
    “Oh, you know, the everyday stuff.  Developing my plan to take over the world, hiring and firing so I’ve got a good team behind me, thinking of ways I can convince a sexy woman to do more than drink juice with me.  Just the usual.”
    She bursts out laughing and I can’t help but join her.  It isn’t lost on me that this is the first I’ve laughed out loud in as long as I can remember.  I know technically I am married, but it seems I can’t control what comes out of my mouth when I am in her presence.  I haven’t flirted with a girl since I was in my early twenties, yet here I am, thirty-three years old and flirting, making a woman laugh, joking around.  All things I should do with my wife, but never have.  Regina doesn’t appreciate sarcasm; it’s a character trait that is beneath her.
    “You’re funny, Benny Duncan,” she says through a giggle.  “And, all you’d have to do is ask,” she adds, giving me a damn sexy wink.
    I drain my bottle of juice in an effort to gather my bearings.  This woman seems to tilt my world every time I come in contact with her.  And the fuck of it is, I absolutely love it.  I can’t help but wish I had met Makenna ten years ago before the powers that be tied me to Regina.

CHAPTER NINE – MAKENNA
    Benny goes quiet all of a sudden and I wonder if I have overstepped the mark of flirting.  Even though I feel out of my comfort zone working a case like this, the lightness and interaction between us comes so easily.  My body is aware of him, so much so that I knew he was watching me on the elliptical before I even turned my head.  How is that possible?
    The worst part is, I have to remember that every moment spent with him is work.  This is not innocent.  It is not two people having fun, getting to know each other with the possibility of it leading into something more serious.  It is a lie.  I am a liar, and I have to play my part.  Drawing him in like a moth to a flame before I trap him and feed him to the wolf that is his wife.  The woman who vowed to love him and who is now trying to wring him for every penny I doubt she deserves.
    For the first time in my career, I wish I wasn’t a liar.  Because I know when I hand the file to his wife and she files for divorce, Benny will find out the entire truth.  And he will never forgive me.  A searing pain shoots through my chest at the thought.  It is so sharp, my hand flies to the area and I soothingly rub the ache away.
    “Benny,” I hear cooed.  I look up and see a beautiful woman approaching us.  Her eyes are firmly set on Benny, and even though she is trying desperately to hide it with softness, I notice a distinct hardness in her jaw and around her eyes.
    “Monique,” Benny says tersely.
    “Who’s your friend?” She stops by our table and her eyes slide to me just long enough for her to give me a warning glare before she looks back to Benny.
    He sighs and gives me an apologetic look.  “Monique meet Makenna.  Makenna, Monique.”
    “Nice to meet you,” I say with a smile, even though I want to tell her to get lost.  She completely ignores me, not even looking my way to acknowledge me in the introduction.
    “I’m hurt,” she pouts.  “You never have juice with me.”
    “Look, Monique, I’ve told you I’m not interested, and I