The Playgirl by Mandi Leigh Austin

Allison's POV

I was sitting in my office, finishing up some paperwork, when the phone on my desk beeped and my secretary's voice chimed through.

"Miss Cooper?"

"Yes, Renée?"

"So sorry to bother you, but Mrs. Mitchell is here to see you, ma'am."

I smiled and shook my head. "It's ok. Let her in."

Katie entered my office like she was on a mission.

Katie is my best friend. We have been friends since middle school. I had just changed schools and she was the only one who actually came up, introduced herself and tried to make me feel welcome.

My Dad was in the Army. So, we moved a lot. It was the third middle school I had been to and I was only in sixth grade. So, needless to say, I stopped trying to make friends after the second time we moved.

However, that was the last time. My Dad went MIA in Afghanistan and he was never found. My mom wasn't the same after that and Katie helped me get through it. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.

Katie plopped down in the chair on the other side of my desk and started raiding my candy jar. "Ok, so, what are your plans tonight?"

I shook my head and laughed. "Well, hello, Katie. How are you today?"

She waved her hand around dismissively. "Oh, yeah, hi...I'm good and you're good and you're doing what tonight, exactly?"

I laughed. "Ok, well, I didn't have concrete plans, but I was thinking about seeing what Blake and Madeline were up to."

"Seriously?!" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I asked her, confused.

"What is the deal with them?"

"What do you mean? We get together and f*ck."

"Yeah, but they don't want more than that from you?"

I was still confused. "Like, what?"

Katie popped a Hershey's Kiss in her mouth before she spoke. "Like a relationship, maybe?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Blake asks to take me out on ‘real’ dates all the time, but I always say no. Madeline is in a relationship with a guy and he knows about what goes on between us."

Her mouth dropped open."Really?! And he's good with that?"

"Well, yeah, isn't it every guy's wet dream? Sometimes, he even watches."

That was all she needed to know about what went on between the three of us.

I winked and she scrunched her nose, making me laugh. "What?"

"You need to quit messing around and settle down, girl! You aren't getting any younger, you know!"

I rolled my eyes at her. "I'm 28, Katie! I have plenty of time to ‘settle down’ if that's what I choose to do."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Miss Cooper, if you don't need anything else, I'm gonna take off for the night," Renée said as she stood in the doorway, holding the door partially open.

I smiled. "Thank you, Renée. I'm all set. Have a good night."

She smiled back. "You as well. Good night, Mrs. Mitchell."

Katie waved. "Night, Renée."

When she closed the door, Katie was on me again. "Are you sleeping with Renée, too?"

I scoffed. "God, no! She is my secretary! I don't do interoffice relations."

"Mmhmm...well, anyway...you should come out with Evan and me! He has a friend that I'd like you to meet!"

I sighed. She just doesn't get it.

"Katie, I don't want a boyfriend right now. I'm happy with the way things are."

She stuck out her lip and pouted at me, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, fine," I rolled my eyes. "I'll meet for dinner and drinks with you guys if that'll make you happy."

"Yay!! You will love him! I just know it!"

I shook my head and laughed.

Don't bet on it...

"Ok, so, how about Saturday? Say around six?" I asked.

She hops up out of her seat and hugs me. "Ok, I'll let Evan know!"

Mason's POV

"Dude, you gotta come out with us on Saturday. Katie has a friend she wants you to meet. Do a double date, kinda thing," Evan said as we entered the parking garage.

I laughed. "You mean a blind date."

Evan shrugged. "Same thing."

I shook my head. "No, man. Not even close to the same thing at all! I've never met this woman."

"Hold up." Evan pulled his phone out of his pocket and started thumbing through it. "Aha! Her Facebook picture! Here," he said, shoving his phone at me.

On it, was a picture of the most drop-dead gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She had long, slender legs, golden, curly, voluminous hair and a nice, tight, round ass.

I gave him his phone back. "Wow..."

"So?..." Evan pried, looking for an answer.