“I think yes,” I say, throwing caution to the wind.
He chuckles. “You and quite a few cocktails think yes. Let’s give Sober Zoe a chance to weigh in.”
“She’s not as much fun.”
“Sure, she is. Every version of you tastes as good as sangria, whether you’re drunk or not.”
I beam at him. C gives good compliments. He gives good everything. “Is the club expensive to join?”
“Very. I doubt anyone whose net worth is less than a hundred million even knows it exists.”
My eyes widen, and a small gasp escapes my lips. I know C is rich, but I guess I didn’t realize how rich.
“Did you just hit that number? Is that why they invited you?”
He flashes me a smile. “I hit that number a while ago, so no. I’d imagine they wanted to be sure someone like me would fit in and not cause trouble.”
“Because of your background?”
“And because of my foreground.”
An inescapable laugh bubbles up. Then sentiment takes me over, like water overtaking a beach at high tide. “You’re a good person, C. You do bad things, but deep down, you’re good.”
“If you say so.”
“Well, you’re good to me,” I say, my head buzzing.
“Likewise.”
Chapter
Two
CONNOR
The morning after Trick’s wedding, my head’s dealing with a mild hangover so I pop a couple Advil before I head downstairs for coffee. I find Zoe in the kitchen with damp hair that’s trapped in a tortoise shell clip. A few rebel curls have escaped, but she still looks ready for public consumption in a slouchy caramel colored knit shirt over thin cream leggings. When she leans over to pour coffee, the top rides up and flashes a view of her perfectly sculpted ass.
Thoughts roll in of me pulling the leggings down to get my hands on her bare ass as I fuck her against the cabinets. “You’re up early.”
She jumps, startled by my quiet entrance. When she turns, she’s got a small smile on her face. “You scared me. Don’t give me gray hair, C. That’s the last thing I need before our big debut.”
Mention of her upcoming broadway show makes me smile. I’m proud of her for how hard she’s been working on her career. Zoe’s got as much drive as any of my Crue. She’s also got a talentthat shows off her body in ways that make my cock as hard as a steel pipe.
There’s a room in the house that’s been converted to a dance studio for her, and I stand in its doorway a lot to watch her work out new choreography. I never get tired of seeing her put her body through its paces.
Z fills a cup deftly and slides it down the counter to me.
“What’s going on?” I ask, thinking I’d like to take her back to bed for a couple hours before we really start the day. “Why are you dressed like you’re going out?”
“I’m hitching a ride with Trick’s sister Kathleen to Boston. We’re going window shopping and having lunch. I’m gonna be her beard actually.” She shrugs her brows suggestively.
“Her what?”
“Her beard. Did you know Kathleen’s bisexual?”
The coffee almost goes down wrong, but I manage to cover my cough. “Can’t say I did.”
“She is. A French foreign exchange student seduced her into being mostly gay for about two years and then on-and-off ever since. Marie-Colette is in town, and Kathleen thinks it’s a bad idea to meet up with her alone, since, according to Kath, that way leads to heartbreak and bad hair cuts.” Zoe laughs. “Both Trick’s sisters are as funny as he is. And as beautiful! If I were going to be mostly gay for any amount of time, Kathleen would be my go-to girl. Those indigo Manolo's she wore to the rehearsal dinner had me at hello.”
