“Tildy, sweetheart! As gorgeous as ever!” I wasn’t lying. She had a face and body that got even myattention. But that was all.
“Still pitching for the other team?” She tried every time, just for the hell of it.
I smiled as I put an arm around her waist to draw her to my side. “Tildy, if I were straight, you would have been the one for me.”
She grabbed my balls and squeezed. “Can’t blame a dame for tryin’.” Tildy kissed my cheek and let go of my precious jewels—thankfully. “Now what brings your fine self out to see me on this lovely day?” Tildy had been in the people business too long not to see through masked intentions.
“I need a favor, if you can manage it.”
She brushed imaginary lint from my dress shirt. “You name it! You’ve saved my fine rear-end more than once.”
I smiled at her. “I need to borrow one of your high-rise properties―preferably a penthouse.”