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“She’s fronting tuition for our housekeeper’s son to join MACPA’s music program.”
    “Let me guess. He wants to be a DJ or a rapper.”
    “How’d you know?”
    “Because those are the hip-hop dreams of every maid’s child,” Vanity sneered. “You said you had to get to Pippa first. Does that mean he’s hot?”
    Max laughed. “Hot enough for you? Maybe too hot. I’m no fag, but the dude’s got some serious babe mojo. Once, during a party he was supposed to be working, he nailed two catering waitresses in our pool house. The man was my personal hero for a week. I’ve never scored like that, and I’m freaking Max Biaggi Jr. ”
    “I can’t wait to meet him,” Vanity said with faux sincerity. Clearly, it was the last thing she wanted to do. “I need to go. Mimi just got here. I’ll see you at Mynt.” And then she was gone.
    Max grinned as he slipped the Sidekick II back onto his belt clip. He had a feeling that if any guy could melt the ice princess that was Vanity St. John, then that guy was Dante Medina. Oh, yeah. It promised to be a very interesting senior year.
     
    Pippa Keith lived in a rundown Deco-style studio cottage off Miami Beach, and when Max pulled into the cracked concrete drive, she was standing outside, lit by moonbeams, and hotter than he remembered.
    Damn. The girl was dressed to assassinate male hormones in a black micromini and tight white tank with SEXPERT spelled out in big naughty letters. He felt a stiffening in his jeans that had nothing to do with new denim. And a flush on his face that had nothing to do with the heat.
    Pippa looked like a Britney clone from the “I’m a Slave 4 U” era. She was all long blonde hair, sweat-slicked body, and honey-brown tan. Plus, her English accent rocked, and her funny British way of saying things was cute as hell.
    She slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door. “I didn’t think you’d ever come ’round the house.” Gucci Envy Me cologne perfumed the tiny cabin with hints of peony, jasmine, and pink pepper.
    Superman had X-ray vision. Max Biaggi Jr. had sex-ray vision. He gave Pippa Keith a long and hard dose of it, trying to keep his mouth shut. Then he decided to watch the road. Because drooling behind the wheel of a Porsche just wasn’t cool.
    “I’m so glad you called,” Pippa said. “I was bored rigid sitting there with my mum watching a soppy DVD.”
    He grinned at her turns of phrase. “How’d you sneak out?”
    “I told her that I had a dodgy tummy and was going to bed for the night.” She waved a hand, dismissing the low-rent life already a few miles behind. “I feel like getting full-on trashed. Will you buy my drinks tonight? I’m low on cash.”
    Max smiled to himself, hearing Vanity’s I-told-you-so voice in his head. He gave Pippa a bold glance. “What’s in it for me?”
    “What do you mean?”
    Max beamed over a look that said he knew that she knew exactly what he meant.
    “I’m not snogging you!” Pippa said, a huge grin on her face as she protested meekly. “I thought we were just mates.”
    “It’s after midnight, and we’re on our way to Mynt to get drunk,” Max pointed out.
    “I’m not snogging you!” Pippa maintained.
    Max played with the sound system until Snoop Dogg and Pharrell exploded from the speakers and vibrated his rib cage. “Mynt charges about fourteen bucks a drink,” he yelled over the music.
    “You better look now!” Pippa screamed. And then she hooked her fingers beneath the micromini and lifted her skirt the few inches that mattered.
    Max swallowed hard, his eyes glued onto the triangle of white lace against her slim brown thighs.
    “And that’s all you’re getting!” Pippa announced triumphantly.
    “For now,” Max told her. And then he played NASCAR driver all the way to Mynt, stoked and ready for some Formula One fun.

From: Dante
    I’m on a sky terrace, dawg. The nanny’s hot as shit and needs swim lessons 2. I get paid for this? LOL.
    10:09 am