[B.S. #3] Claiming Laura Read Online Free PDF

was mostly spent on dinners, shows, clothes, and the usual.”
    “Why couldn’t he just look at the bills and find out? Everything is online now. Why pay us to follow her as she shops?” Grant asked as he looked up from his blackberry. “Doesn’t make sense to me.”
    “Well, I think he was more interested in who she was spending the money on. She was going through it ‘like it was water,’ to quote Turner. Anyway, after I told him of the young boy toy that his wife had taken under her wing and was taking out on the town, I expected Turner to blow, but every now and then people surprise you. I couldn’t believe when he just said that we had done a good job. Now he was relieved as he didn’t have to worry that his wife was in any danger.”
    “He didn’t get mad or want proof of this boy toy?” Clay asked in disbelief. “I know if my wife stepped out on me, I would want proof and divorce papers would follow.”
    “No, he was just happy that she wasn’t being blackmailed as he had feared. The mention of the boy toy didn’t seem to faze him. In fact he didn’t even ask for his name or for any pictures I might have taken. It’s a strange world out there if you ask me,” Angel replied.
    “That’s it?” Grant asked.
    “Yeah, the guy wrote a large cheque for our services and that was it.” Angel just picked up his coffee and took a drink. “I hope my next assignment is not as boring as following around a woman shopping and carrying on with a guy young enough to be her son.”
    “Grant, you’re next.” Clay turned to him to see him pocket his blackberry and push his glasses up on his nose.
    “I’m still working on the Maguire case. I put some feelers out on the people the firm want to hire, through the internet. Nothing urgent.” Grant explained.
    Brad was next and just said he had a bead on a new job, but nothing yet. Then it was Clay’s turn.
    Clay gave them an update on the club. It really wasn’t a job for Braden Security, just a favor for his friend, but no matter what they did, they always updated everyone on their whereabouts, in case help was needed. “I spent three nights in the spice side of the club. None of the Doms in there strike me as being this guy. They seem to be protectors of all the women in the club. Even the strays are treated with respect. So I think my next step will be stalking the vanilla bar. Which I started last night.” As Clay thought back through the evening, a smile broke on his face as he remembered Laura.
    The guys around the table noticed.
    Brad quite the ladies’ man, smiled. “And what did you find in the bar? With that smile on your mug, it has to be a lady.”
    Clay came out of his musing and looked around the table. All the guys were staring back at him. “What the hell are you all looking at? God, you guys are worse than a bunch of old ladies looking for gossip.”
    That didn’t stop Angel from piping up. “We all gave James a hard time with Avery and something tells me that you’re leaning in the same direction. You do know that we have ways to find out anyway. So spill.”
    Clay knew he might as well tell them. With their skills it wouldn’t take long for them to find out anyway.
    “I met a beautiful lady at the bar last night.”
    Before he could go on, Brad asked, “Did you get lucky?”
    “Get your mind out of the gutter. She’s not that kind of a woman. She’s a lady through and through,” Clay answered back quickly, defending Laura.
    “Come on, in a place like that? I know it’s your friend’s bar, but any BDSM place earns a reputation. Anyone going there, to my way of thinking, is asking for it,” Angel defended Brad. He didn’t go along with the whole Dom thing and the leatherwear.
    “This is different. This lady was invited by her friends to the club to celebrate her birthday. I don’t think any of the women with her had a clue as to what went on in the other side of the club. But, getting back to finding the guy stalking the