Gary slid his hand out of his waistband, his freshly tucked shirt looking as perfect as it had when they arrived. She knew the instant he spotted one of his biggest donors across the ballroom. He smiled and headed that way to glad-hand the man, no doubt to see how much more he could shake out of him. Seething, she saw the leggy brunette who’d preceded him out return moments later carefully dabbing the corner of her mouth with her middle finger.It felt like a silent Fuck you, I just sucked off your husband in the cloakroom.Justine doubted the gesture was intentional. Gary and his tramp du jour made eye contact then carefully circulated the reception independently. No doubt they’d arranged to meet up again later.She wondered what his excuse would be this time. I have important work waiting at the office? Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to meet with Bolton at the Hiatt tonight because he has an early flight and this is our only chance to hash things out before the vote comes up?She loathed her husband for his philandering, for his casual lies, for his beautiful insincere smile.
