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you almost want to beg them to put that damned tie back on. They bring women with them who are trophy wives, since they long ago divorced the woman who worked two jobs to help them get their degrees, or to get their business established. That’s how you end up with so many old men with young children, and young wives who are barely older than their kids from their previous marriages.”
    “You don’t sound like you approve of these people, so why do you go there?”
    “I told you, my Dad is a member. He used to do a lot of business out on the golf course back when drinking was encouraged on so many of the holes they’d have temporary bars set up on many of them. He’s still pissed at me for not taking to golf the way he expected me to. I told him I’ll run the business, and I’ll join him there when required to, but I refuse to put on ugly Bermuda shorts and polo shirts to whack small balls around on over-manicured grass that smells weird from all of the chemicals they dump on it.”
    Dmitri asked a question he’d long been wanting to. “Does your Dad have any idea what you do with your weekends?”
    Alexandra leaned back and laughed, shaking her head.
    “Hell no! He knows I ride my Harley, since he bought me my first one when I was still in college. He has no fucking idea I’m the queen of my gang, or that I even
have
a gang! I want to keep it that way. I work hard to keep my
weekday me
and my
weekend me
separate.”
    “That must be difficult for you to do when your worlds overlap, like this Saturday night,” Dmitri observed.
    “As long as I don’t drink too much when I’m at the Club, I’m okay. It used to be harder for me when I was younger and didn’t have much control over myself when I was getting tanked. Now I know enough to stick with something I don’t like enough to drink much of it, like white wine. That way I look like everyone else, but I won’t drink so much that I actually tell any of them what I really think of them and their lame-ass Club!”
    “So, what happens at this Charity Ball?”
    Alexandra took another drink then slid further down under the water and sighed.
    “Oh, the usual stuff…nothing interesting. There’s a silent auction to raise money. There’re appetizers and drinks before dinner. Then a meal that’s barely edible…especially compared to what you’ve been spoiling me with lately!”
    Dmitri reached forward to clink his coffee mug against hers, and she blew him a kiss.
    “Speaking of that, what’s in this drunken coffee that’s so good?”
    “The recipe changes based on what I have available. This time there’s Kahlua, Amaretto, and Baileys. I’m glad you like it.”
    “I like everything you make for me to eat or drink.”
    “What else happens at the charity event after you eat dinner?”
    “There’s dancing and more drinking after the meal. I usually cut out as soon after dinner as I can manage.”
    “Will you be your Dad’s date?”
    She grinned. “Hell no! He’s got his trophy wife for that. I just go stag. Then he spends a lot of time introducing me to any single men he’s met there in the past year, trying to set me up. He has no idea what I’m like, or why all of the guys there are so fucking unsuitable for me.”
    Dmitri laughed. “Yeah, you’d probably chew them up and spit them out as used-up husks barely resembling the men they used to be.”
    “You got that right! There’s no real men there…not like you.”
    Dmitri’s eyes narrowed. “But you won’t take me with you there?”
    Alexandra shook her head. “No! You’re not like them….”
    Dmitri’s voice held a hint of danger. “You don’t think I could fit in?”
    She gave him a sharp look then, when he smiled at her, she convinced herself she was imagining things.
    “No, and I’m glad of it. I wouldn’t ever let any of those dickless wimps into my bed. But you? You’re welcome any time you want to be here.”
    Dmitri put his mug down on the side of the Jacuzzi and