“You don’t…”
She looks at me over her shoulder with enough anger to burn me to a crisp where I stand.
“I’m leaving. Get me my clothes. Now.”
The lump in my throat doesn’t stop me from obeying her command. I’m used to following orders and I’m scared that if I don’t, she’ll take my head off here or in the courtroom. I scrape up whatever clothing I can find on the floor.
“I can’t find your underwear…”
“Where am I?” she barks at me as she tries to get her body back into the dress I must have ripped off of her last night. I’m so busy staring at Aricia while she dresses, that I haven’t fully yanked myself out of my current mental fog.
“M-my bedroom.”
I have no idea how the hell we ended up back here. I don’t see my car keys anywhere, so we must have taken a cab. Fuck. I’ll have to get Gino to drive my car back here.
“Which is where?”
“Penthouse. I live at The Terrace downtown.”
“Thank God. Nice neighborhood.”
“Yes.”
“Can I get you a cab home?”
“I’m a grown woman, Peter. I can get my own cab. Plus, I live all the way out in Orchard Park.”
Out where the football players live. Damn, she must have money. Not like I assumed she didn’t. I made zero assumptions about Aricia because I was so busy drinking in every inch of her.
“I have no idea what happened last night but?—”
“I know what happened,” she says, giving me a serious look. “Either intentionally or unintentionally, I think we were drugged.”
“I didn’t?—”
“I’m not accusing you,” she says, shaking her head. “But let’s be real. You’re rich. Italian. Tatted up. I’m guessing you have enemies around here.”
“I’m just a business man.”
She smiles, like she’s heard that line before.
“Okay, business man. Forget my name and I’ll forget yours. I have enough problems in my life right now.”
Was there something about a dead husband?
“I’ll call you.”
“Don’t,” she says sharply. “I swear, Peter. Forget my name. Right now.”
Chapter Seven
Aricia
I’m lucky I made it to that man’s place with my phone. I get to the curb with a dress that makes me feel like a hoochie because I was wearing it last night and I feel way too old for those types of antics. Kennard’s body isn’t even cold…
The second I request a rideshare, I call Rana, who picks up after two rings with a hushed whisper.
“You wouldn’t believe where I am.”
