“Susan,” she drawled silkily, “I see you’ve found other employment. I wasn’t aware there was a high-end call girl service in this city.”
Marcus felt Susan tense and slipped his arm firmly around her waist, keeping her securely in her seat. He saw her hands clench and jumped in quickly. He knew a cat fight when he saw one and this had all the makings.
“On the contrary madam; Miss Shaughnessy is the research and development specialist for McCarthy Inc. I’m Marcus McCarthy, and this is my brother, Dr. Tyrone McCarthy. This is Miss Reed, his fiancée and you already know Susan. Was there something you needed?” he inquired coldly.
“Marcus McCarthy, the author?” she gushed. “Oh, I’m a big fan, Mr. McCarthy. I’ve read all your books.”
“That’s very nice,” he replied icily. “I always enjoy hearing from a fan. Now if you’ll excuse us, we were just leaving.” He helped Susan rise and tucked her arm through his. He nodded once as the dragon lady backed up as if making way for royalty and escorted Susan from the restaurant, leaving money on the table for the check. Ty and Kelsey followed behind, Kelsey pointedly ignoring the woman, her little nose in the air.
As soon as they got outside, the girls burst into laughter.
“I must admit, you did that far better than I ever could,” Susan giggled, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I would have just ripped that wig off her head and made her eat it.”
“Good grief,” Marcus responded. “You mean someone actually paid for that hair, on purpose?”