Chapter 25
The Rock
Aleks
When Paul callsand tells me he needs a ride from Rockefeller Center, I’m concerned and head that way, because it’s New Year’s Eve and the place has got to be a zoo. Before I could ask him, his phone cut out.
I have an hour before Sofie is supposed to be back here. She’s preparing pink slips to thirteen people who are directly connected to the bitches, with her sister at the game, and a woman who has been there for years, one Sofie trusted, who the legacy group’s computer nerd is one hundred percent sure is the leak. Terrie Marlowe, head of PR, the oldest branch of the company. And she’s been an employee for twenty years, in February.
We’re heading to the Hen House tonight, dinner with everyone, including Marshall and his new girl, and Faulker, along with a few other people. But before that, dinner with Arthur, Matteo, and James.
When I get there, I’d have a hell of a time parking, but the officer from the other night sees me and moves a cone. “Gonna be gone by nine?” he asks.
“Just picking someone up, so yeah.”
“You’re good then.”
I slide into the spot, get out, and jog over to scan the area for him. I see Dash first.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask.
“Paul called and needed a ride.” He shrugs.
“He called me for the same thing, but we disconnected, so maybe?” I say, looking around.
The same officer walks up, “I think what you’re looking for is down there.”
We both hurry over, assuming the worst, and lean over the side and see two girls on the ice, Sofie and Noelle, and Paul out there laughing his ass off, pushing a walker with boots on, James behind him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dash laughs.
“Hey,” Sofie calls up to me. “Get down here.”
“I’m not sure I want to be seen with you on the ice,” I call back.
“Dude, harsh,” Dash laughs.
“I’m doing this for you, you better come down here, or you can take the guest room tonight,” she yells,fucking yellsat me.
“Say please,” I taunt, because Sofie in brat mode is a massive turn on.
“Now!”
“You’re doing awesome, Noelle.” Dash gives her two thumbs up.
“Thank you for lying to me!” Noelle laughs. “I love you even more for it.”
“Ass kisser,” I grumble as I head down behind him.
When we get down there, skates our size await, and we both put them on and head out.
“You are good at so many things, the best at even more, but you’re —”
“Don’t touch me, my ass already hurts from how many times its hit the ice.”
I can’t help but laugh and skate backward, facing her, “You of all people choosing to do this in public?”
She waves her hand in the air, and I have to catch her, so she doesn’t fall again. She laughs, “This is a grand gesture.”
