Zandra the truth, no matter the repercussions.
Plucking a speck of lint off her jeans, Lena asked very casually, âSo, um, you havenât spoken to Roderick?â
âNot yet. He left a message for me this morning, said he was on his way to Japan on business but heâd be in touch soon.â
âOh.â Lenaâs stomach knotted. She wondered if Roderick would complain to Zandra about her refusal to see him again. But once Zandra learned what had happened between them, sheâd understand why Lena had taken that stance.
âI assume heâs going to Japan to close the deal with Ichiro Kawamoto, which means things must have gone even better than I expected last night.â Zandra chuckled with satisfaction. âHe owes me big-time. â
Lena smiled weakly. âHow well do you know Roderick?â
There was a pregnant pause. âWe know each other pretty well.â
Lena felt a sudden stab of jealousy at the realization that Zandra and Roderick may have been lovers. And why not? Zandra was a smart, gorgeous woman who epitomized confidence, sensuality and glamour. Lena had watched her work a room, batting her long eyelashes and flashing a sultry smile that reduced grown men to drooling adolescents. Many of her clients had initially contacted the agency hoping to score a date with her.
âItâs not like that,â Zandra said wryly.
âWhat?â Lena pretended not to know what she was talking about.
âRoderick and I have known each other for over twenty years. We grew up together on the South Side, went to the same schools, hung out at the same places. But weâve never been more than just friends.â
Lena frowned. âSo youâve neverââ
âFucked him?â Zandra sighed. âCanât say Iâve ever had the pleasure.â
âOh.â Lena didnât know whether to be relieved or baffled.
Zandra chuckled dryly. âNow youâre probably wondering what the hellâs wrong with me. Believe me, Iâm not blind or comatose. I know how unbelievably hot Roderick is. I canât tell you how many times Iâve been approached by friends and relatives who wanted me to fix them up with him. And theyâve always wondered thesame thing about me and Roderick. Itâs hard for them to believe that weâve never so much as kissed, but itâs true. Weâve always been more like brother and sister than anything else. I cherish his friendship, and Iâd never do anything to jeopardize it.â
Lena smiled. âHeâs very lucky to have you in his life.â
âThatâs what I keep telling him.â Zandra laughed.
Lena couldnât imagine having a platonic relationship with a man like Roderick Brand. Every time he just glanced her way, sheâd want to get sweaty and naked. But if Zandra claimed that they were just friends, sheâd have to take her word for it. Not that it really mattered. Roderick was nothing more to Lena than a one-night stand. Sure, the sex had been phenomenal. Out of this world. But thatâs all it had been. Sex. Exhilarating but meaningless sex.
Or so she kept telling herself.
âWhen Roderick mentioned a party he was throwing for Ichiro Kawamoto,â Zandra explained, âI suggested that he hire one of my escorts to be his date for the evening. He looked at me like Iâd started speaking in tongues. The idea of paying for a companion was a foreign concept to him.â
âNo surprise there,â Lena muttered. Roderick probably couldnât take two steps without tripping over females trying to lure him into bed. Women would pay him to take them out on a date.
Zandra continued, âI told him that none of the women he normally dates would impress Ichiro Kawamoto the way one of my girls wouldâspecifically, you. He was still skeptical, so I started telling him about you. I could tell he was impressed by your educational background; your