Milfs Like It Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.i. -

"Mrs. Whitmore," I said, leaning back in my worn leather chair. "You believe your husband's son is... what, exactly? Stealing your jewelry?"

"You want the Santa Monica woman's name and address?" I asked.

Diana Whitmore smiled, and for the first time, it reached her eyes. "I want everything, Veronica. And I like it... big." Milfs Like it Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.I.

My office smelled of stale coffee and cheaper regret. The sign on the frosted glass read Veronica Avluv – Private Investigations – Discretion Guaranteed . Discretion. In this town, that was a commodity more valuable than gold.

I was making one of my own.

The champagne arrived. I didn't touch mine. "I'm a P.I., Mrs. Whitmore. Not a co-conspirator."

"Sit down, Veronica," she purred. "I knew you'd figure it out. You're the best." what, exactly

"No. I want you to find out who is using my face to ruin my life." She leaned forward, and the scent of jasmine and bourbon filled the small space. "Someone has been spreading photos of a woman who looks remarkably like me, engaging in... very enthusiastic acts with my stepson. I am being blackmailed."