A true slut if ever there was one. A guy could go far with her. Very, very far. For a price. How did he know that? Because on more than one occasion he had done so himself. But he had never paid the going rate; nor would he ever. Those luscious lips and dark seductive eyes of hers held no power over him. Unlike most men, he saw her for what she truly was. A conniving, double-dealing, manipulating scam artist. He should know. He’d lived with her for five years. Mohammed Dasgupta laughed to himself as he parked the sleek white limousine beneath the portico in front of Ben’s Place. He’d been warned to use the proper name, the Center for Mind and Body, but it was too long. He liked Ben’s Place much better. Sounded much more American than the Center for Mind and Body. This New Age crap they were trying to pass off as medical treatment was their biggest con to date. Luckily for that old woman who’d been afraid of germs, old Patel, a.k.a.
