Free The Dirty Girls Book Club by Savanna Fox

had
sex
with the man and he might be involved with someone. Well, no, Billy’s background research made it clear Woody didn’t get “involved”—he was anti-commitment—but he might be dating someone. And Georgia was
not
the kind of woman who’d sleep with a guy who was seeing someone else.
    Of course, until yesterday, she’d never figured herself as a woman who’d have random sex with a near stranger whom she didn’t even like, much less respect. Never figured she’d have the first orgasm in her life, much less two, at the hands of said near stranger.
    Ever since she’d broken her shoe heel, her life had tipped upside down.
    Looking annoyed, Woody ran a hand over his bushy beard, and the diamond on a big ring he wore flashed. “I don’t date much during playoff season. It’s too distracting.”
    Right. And having sex with her wasn’t distracting in the least. It was just a little tension release. Something he felt
sorry
about the minute it was over.
    “Bet that pisses off the puck bunnies,” Terry said.
    “The what?” she asked.
    “You know, George,” Terry said, “like buckle bunnies who followrodeo riders. Hockey players have puck bunnies who—well, you get the picture.”
    “Right.” Grimly, she stared at Woody. Did he think she was a puck bunny, getting her kicks from screwing a hockey star?
    “It’s good you feel that way, Woody,” Viv said.
    Startled, Georgia glanced at the other woman. No, Viv couldn’t have read her thoughts.
    The blonde was going on. “A man’s judged by the company he keeps, and puck bunnies aren’t the right image for VitalSport. I know this sounds offensive, but—George, do you agree?—I’m thinking that if you want to go out with someone, you should run it by us first.”
    “You want to approve my dates?” Woody asked disbelievingly.
    “It’s all about image and brand,” Viv said.
    “I do agree,” Georgia said coolly.
    Woody shook his head. “No way. Stay out of my private life.”
    “The contract—” Georgia started.
    “Doesn’t say anything about who I date.”
    “It contains a morals clause,” she pointed out. “If you’re involved in a scandal, VitalSport can terminate the contract.”
    “Morals clause?” he echoed. “Jesus.”
    “It’s there for good reason,” she said stiffly. “Billy Daniels and VitalSport did their background research. I understand there was a, uh, situation last year. With a woman who said you’d promised to marry her, made her fall in love with you, then dumped her.”
    “Crap. It was all lies. I was up front all along. Told Angela I’m not into serious relationships.” He snorted. “I’m not even into serial monogamy. No way was she in love. She was a wannabe actress who liked dating someone famous. When I broke up with her”—he shrugged—“I guess she figured going to the tabloids would get her some PR and hook her a movie or TV role.”
    Terry chimed in. “It never went anywhere. She and her storyweren’t that interesting. Everyone knew Woody’s rep and no one believed he’d led her on, much less proposed to her.”
    Georgia nodded. “So I read in Billy’s notes. He and VitalSport didn’t figure it was a significant detriment to having Woody as the campaign figurehead. Still, we don’t want anything like that blowing up now.”
    Woody slitted his eyes. “You’re not seriously going to tell me who I can sleep with.”
    Was there a threat in those words? A threat that, if she pushed too hard, he might reveal what the two of them had done? Warily, she said, “We’re asking that you use good judgment.” Heat rose to her cheeks, and deepened when he raised his eyebrows. No, what they’d done was most definitely not good judgment.
    Georgia squeezed her eyes shut briefly. “Let’s move on.”
    “Okay,” Terry said. “What’s up with the underwear line?”
    Ignoring another groan from Woody, Georgia turned to Terry. “One of the VitalSport designers is female. She remembered a movie