“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘on the prowl’, but yeah… I’d like to get it over with.”
“You deserve much more than getting it over with, Sutton.”
Feeling bold, I tilted my head. “Know anyone available to help me out with that?”
Jagger’s eyes dropped to my lips, then to the cell phone between us.
“Is that your question?”
Twenty-two.
Twenty-one.
Twenty.
Nineteen.
My heart pounded faster. “No.”
“It appears you may only get one more question,” he said. “Make it a good one.”
I looked him straight in the eyes. “Ever sleep with an intern?”
Jagger’s mouth curved to a wicked grin. “Not yet.”
CHAPTER 9
Sutton
Friday afternoon, Jack Gallo stopped by my cubicle. I hadn’t seen him since the breakroom on Tuesday morning.
“Hey.” He leaned his elbows on the half wall and smiled. “A bunch of us go out for happy hour one Friday a month. Tonight’s the night, if you’re up for joining.”
“Oh. I, uh…”
“Your fellow interns are all coming. I came down earlier to ask everyone, but you weren’t around.”
The week had been long, and I was tired, especially since I hadn’t yet adjusted to New York time and my sleep schedule had been wonky. “I’m actually kind of wiped out.”
He shrugged. “If you change your mind, we’ll be at the Copa.”
“The…Copa bar?” How many bars were in New York City? It seemed like a dozen lined each street, yet happy hour was at the same bar where I’d met Jagger for our DARE date? That seemed like an awfully big coincidence.
“Yeah, do you know it?”
I shook my head, as if admitting I’d been there was going to give my secret away. “No, but it sounds familiar.”
He nodded. “Probably because it’s on the Apex Holdings website. The boss owns it.”
“The boss?”
“Langston. He owns the entire building, too. That’s the reason we all go. Free drinks. Happy hour is on him.”
“Does he go?” The idea of running into Jagger Langston made the thought of happy hour more interesting.
But Jack shook his head. “He’s never graced us with his presence, even though he lives on the top floor of the building.”
I suddenly felt icky.Isn’t that convenient?He lives in the damn building. A few drinks to loosen his dates up, and straight to the elevator they go. God, why did that irk me so much? It wasn’t like he’d ever misrepresented his intentions on the dating site, saying he wanted to meet the love of his life. He was on a hook-up site where convenience was probably appreciated, not found appalling.
