Jessica said, sounding truly contrite.Nikki gripped the steering wheel as if she were maneuvering a tank, which was sometimes an excellent skill, driving in L.A. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. We were representing him, Jess.” She shook her head. “That is so not cool, starting an affair with a client.”Jessica was silent long enough that Nikki glanced over. “What?”Jessica nibbled on her berry-red lips. She looked entirely too put together for someone who had spent the night in jail being interrogated, slept less than two hours, and used the makeup in her purse to do her face. The new pencil skirt and silk tunic from K-Dash didn’t hurt. Nor did the fact that she was so drop-dead gorgeous that she could have come out of a night of interrogation in a Dumpster and looked good.Jessica spoke in a meek voice. “It kind of started before he asked us to sell the house for him.”Nikki rolled her eyes and concentrated on the black Benz convertible in front of her. The blond driver was on her cell and paying no attention whatsoever to the traffic ahead of her.
