“I’m Mitch. Justine’s ex-boyfriend.” Mitch stared down at Xavier.
Xavier, always the mature, sensible guy, remained seated and courteous. “Ah, the doctor ex-boyfriend. Nice to meet you. I’m Xavier, Justine’s current boyfriend.”
Justine drank water, trying to sober up before she admitted to Mitch that Xavier was just pretending…and that her brief, fake boyfriend was better than Mitch had ever been.
“This is Mikayla, my girlfriend,” Mitch introduced while looking at Justine.
She watched the woman, not pleased to see Mikayla’s subtle interest in Xavier.
Xavier nodded. “Nice to meet you both. I’ve heard a lot about you, Mitch.” He said nothing more, just smiled.
Everyone stared at one another in silence before Mikayla prodded Mitch to break eye contact with Xavier. What Mitch thought he was doing with all the male posturing was anyone’s guess, but Xavier didn’t look impressed.
“See you at the wedding,” Mitch tossed out before leaving with Mikayla on his arm.
After they left, Xavier turned to Katie and said, “And that’s how you Mitch-slap Dr. Douche without saying a word.”
Katie laughed so hard she cried, which had Justine snorting and laughing as well.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t laughing an hour later as Xavier carried her into TCA’s elevator and they rode up to her floor. “Oh man. I feel dizzy.”
“What happened to you two? Katie texted that Mitch had arrived with some woman on his arm and that you needed backup. So I came.”
She sighed into his chest and snuggled closer. “Thanks.”
He chuckled, and she heard the vibration through his body. “You’re slurring, sweetheart.”
“Aw, I like when you call me all the mushy names.”
“You’re going to regret this in the morning, aren’t you?”
“Am I late for work already?”
“Huh? It’s just a little past eleven, but I doubt you drink so heavily when you need to be at work the next day. When do you get up? Six? Seven?”
“Six-thirty. Do you ever work? How can you take so much time off? Are you a secret billionaire?” She yawned. “It doesn’t matter. You’re too pretty to work. You just need to find a sugar-momma to keep you.”
“Oh? Know any?”
“Well, if I’m not fired for hating my job, I’ll do it. Although I’m kinda not rich.” She stroked his beard, loving the soft texturethat could feel kind of scratchy in all the right places. “This feels so good between my legs.”
His grip tightened. “You really have the worst timing.”
“Come on, sexy. Let’s go to my place and Mitch-slap each other.” She giggled, snorted, and laughed so hard she nearly fell out of his arms.
“God, you’re cute even when you’re drunk. How much did you have to drink, anyway?”
“Four beers. But I didn’t eat much today.” She groaned and snuggled closer. “You always smell so good. Why can’t we fuck until we drop?”
He bobbled her in his arms but managed not to drop her as he gently set her down. “You’re killing me, you know that? No way I’m taking you to bed until you sober up.”
“What a Boy Scout.”
“Not quite. I’ll take a kiss.” He gave her soft peck on the lips.
When she would have extended the kiss, he pulled back. “No teasing. Keys?”
She grumbled and handed him her purse. A moment of sobriety returned. “I’m sorry Katie called you. We would have called for a ride, you know. We might be a little drunk but we’re not stupid.”
