I glanced up to see LRG walking toward me, a very plastic blonde on his arm. “Client’s here.”
“Please be very, very careful.”
“Always am, baby.”
“Love you,” she said.
“Me too, baby,” I said, and hung up, sliding my phone in my pocket, and making my way to LRG.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said, shaking my hand. “Lane has made a series of errors that has resulted in her termination, and I had to deal with that this morning. This is Candy.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t give a shit about his employee issues, nor did I need to know anything about them.
“Candace, actually,” she whispered.
I recognized her as a reporter on a local news channel. I didn’t know which one, because I didn’t watch the news unless Mom or Dad had it on, but I did notice she didn’t seem over impressed with ‘G’ and his treatment of her.
“Right. Nice to meet you.” I glanced at my watch. “We should get going. Our flight window is closing.”
Because ‘G’ was late, our flight was cut short, but he still seemed happy with the flight, and Candace was actually a class act. She had been tasked with getting an interview with LRG for Channel Seven News and he’d insisted it would have to happen from the air.
“I’m hosting a small party at Blush this Friday night,” LRG said once we were on the ground. “Do you know it?”
I forced myself not to laugh. Did I know it? My club owned it.
“Yeah, I think I’m familiar.”
“Well, I’d like you to join us. VIP all the way. Bring a date.” He smiled. “I’ll text you the details.”
Before I could agree or disagree, he grabbed Candace’s hand and walked away.
* * *
Tate
Friday night, Flashpicked me up at eight, planning on a private dinner at Blush before the party LRG was hosting. I had never been to Blush. It was highly exclusive and extremely hard to get into. Even though the Dogs of Fire owned the nightclub, I probably could have gone once I’d turned twenty-one, but I had been avoiding Flash back then, so it wasn’t like I was going to ask him to get me in.
“Okay, who is this guy again?” I asked.
“He’s the kid behind Fighting Fowls and Sweets Smash.”
“Oh, I loved Fighting Fowls.”
He chuckled. “I know you did. You played it all the fuckin’ time.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. It’s not like you didn’t play it too.”
“Not like you.”
“No, maybe not,” I conceded. “You said, kid. Just how old is he?”
“Our age, I think.”
“Oh, wow,” I breathed out. “That much money that young can make people weird.”
“Yeah. He certainly falls into the douche category.”
“I said weird, not douchey.”
