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that. What if someone sees you?”
    “Sorry girl, I couldn’t help it,” Morgan told her. “Besides, celibacy does have some advantages. Maybe I should add getting you laid to today’s agenda.”
    One day her friend would get some good dick and get married again. Next time, to the right man. Not to some loser boasting about her success while splurging her money on a gold digger. If Magnum ever cheated on Morgan, he might not live to regret it, or she’d probably pay someone to break all three of his legs. She rattled her head, shaking away the horrible vision in her mind. She loved her husband too much to hurt him but then again she did believe in an eye for an eye.
    “Go enjoy a cocktail, girl, for the both of us. I moved the bar. The champagne, orange juice, and Bloody Mary ingredients are set up near the window overlooking the pools.”
    Routine bored Morgan. Sex. Business. Décor. Each week she had the furniture in their clubroom rearranged. Her bedroom was redecorated monthly with new linens, drapes, a decorative comforter, and lots of throw pillows. Her designer bath towels were changed weekly. The only thing that remained consistent in Morgan’s life was her friendship with her girlfriends and her marriage.
    “Well, to the bar! That’s where you’ll find me,” Brooks said, walking in the direction of the west wing.
    “Brooks, wait. Giving you a heads up, honey. I have a serious proposition for you but I’ll announce it when Storm and Hope get here. And no, I’m not going to tell you now so go have that drink and relax.”
    “Morgan, trust me, with all the LA drama I’ve heard at my coffee shop this week—from basketball wives to housewives, sweetheart, I will happily wait while I’m enjoying a much needed drink,” Brooks said, resuming her stride.
    Morgan sat on the bench in the foyer smiling as she watched Brooks strut down the hallway like it was a runway. There was something special about the sway in a black woman’s hips that conveyed her confidence. What Morgan had in mind for Brooks would certainly please the Rich Girls. This was the opportunity of their lifetimes and the time to implement her idea was now.
    Brooks, the most conservative amongst them, hadn’t dated since her divorce five years ago. Thanks to her loyal customers, Brooks owned the most popular twenty-four hour café in LA—BK Brew. Brooks constantly met attractive eligible bachelors, so there was no reason for her girlfriend not to have a man. Netting an annual revenue in excess of three million dollars, Brooks literally had men and money at her fingertips. Brooks knew most, if not all, of the regulars by their first and last names but Morgan wasn’t sure why her friend refused to go out on dates with any of them. Had something earth-shattering happened during Brooks’s childhood? Rape? Molestation? Heaven forbid if Brooks had had an abortion and never told anyone. They’d both be devastated.
    Morgan glanced up from the files in her lap.
    Hope Andrews, the well-kept daughter of a billionaire Native American Tribal Leader who owned several casinos on reservations throughout California, strolled in wearing a mink shawl and a pink, knee-length, halter dress with a plunging V-neckline.
    “Hey, Mrs. Childs,” Hope beamed with a wide smile. Proudly she adjusted her double-Es. “It sure smells good in here! What’s on the menu?”
    A brilliant pink diamond choker complimented her pink emerald-cut earrings. From her heart to her head to her feet, Morgan loved that nothing about Hope was fake. The breast enhancements didn’t count. The way the Rich Girls saw it, the implants were an investment in Hope’s happiness.
    Closing the folder, Morgan replied, “Big business, babe. You look stunning as always. Brooks is already here. Go join her. Get comfortable. Have a drink. I’ll be in as soon as Storm arrives.”
    “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Hope said, laying her mink over her arm. She jiggled her voluptuous buttocks