“Are you going?”
“Yeah,” I said, still peering out the window. “I don’t have any relationships in Vegas,” Psalter said, “But I used discretionary spending to acquire a phone recording from a taxi company.”
He held up what looked like a phone, opened an audio player app, and hit play. Go home, invite Danni over, fuck her brains out—possibly joined by Erin, and forget about Natalie. “This isn’t the time.”
Erin immediately closed her mouth and glanced away, looking a little abashed, and I felt the tension in the air turn up a few degrees. “Fuck, yes!” I growled through gritted teeth, gripping her hips and fucking back into her every time she dropped back down on me. “Because if so, I would’ve done that.”
“You didn’t?”
“No,” I said, bewildered. I’ll meet her for coffee or something.”
“No drinks,” I said. I waved my phone, flashing the screen at my assistant. Just text me where to meet you. “I can afford it.”
“I suppose you can,” he said as he finished his glasses and replaced them on his face.
