Chapter 29

“I haven’t ordered pizza in a while,” I said between bites.

“Me neither.”

“So, tell me about your pizza man encounter.”

“Not a lot to tell. It was four or five years ago. I placed an order and headed for the shower. They were extra quick, and I was wearing only a towel when I went to the door.”

“And?”

“Delivery guy was a good-looking blond. College age, I think. Definitely legal. Anyway, he looked my nearly naked body up and down, and actually—swear to God—licked his lips. When I saw that, I closed the door and dropped the towel. The rest, as they say, is history—we fucked, shared the pizza, and fucked again.”

“Sounds like fun—did you tip him well?”

“It was, and I did.”

“Were you able to get any work done today?”

“Absolutely. In point of fact, I sold a million-dollar property.”

“That sounds good.”

“I’ve learned over the years not to get too excited—too many things can go wrong. I’ll wait until the deal has closed and the money is in the bank—then I’ll get excited.”