Alonso motioned for Anna to get off his lap, rising to head into the closet. He returned with a bag of cash, tossing it to Natalie, who waited by the door. "Good luck. Anything you'd suggest for her?"
Natalie glanced at Anna. "No success? Looks like Fred's in a serious mood. You'll need patience. On a scale from one to ten, if his bad mood hits a five, he'll burn it off with exercise, maybe even s*x. But at a ten? He shuts down, and ignores the world. Outside of work, nothing will get him to spend even an extra second. Oh, and while you wait, maybe get rid of those moles on your shoulder and waist."
"Really?" Alonso gave Anna an appraising look from head to toe. "I think they're sexy."
"Did you forget?" Natalie shrugged, money bag in hand. "You're the one who told me your nephew likes f
