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"No," she agreed, her knee pressing against mine under the table. "You're a woman who understands that sometimes the biggest crime is playing small. My husband thinks a woman my age should be invisible. You and I know better."

I stood up, tucking the envelope into my purse. "Give me three days."

"The blackmail?" I asked, sliding into the booth across from her. Milfs Like it Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.I.

Diana Whitmore smiled, and for the first time, it reached her eyes. "I want everything, Veronica. And I like it... big."

"Sit down, Veronica," she purred. "I knew you'd figure it out. You're the best." "No," she agreed, her knee pressing against mine

"You want the Santa Monica woman's name and address?" I asked.

She saw me first. A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips. She excused Mark, who slunk away like a chastened dog, and beckoned me to her booth. You and I know better

Diana Whitmore was a vision of controlled fire. Forty-seven, silver-threaded black hair pulled into a severe bun, a dress that cost more than my car. But her eyes—green, sharp, hungry—told a different story.

"That's a private establishment," she said. "For women of a 'certain age' and the younger men who appreciate them. Mark has been seen there. With me."

"No, Miss Avluv." Her voice was a low contralto. "He's stealing something far more valuable. My reputation."