“VIP section. Bottle service. Derek in his natural habitat.”
I pretend to consider this, tapping my nail against the ceramic mug. “That place is impossible to get into.”
She grins. “Levi could probably work some magic.”
I smile despite myself. “Levi could talk his way into the Pentagon.”
“Then you should ask him,” Jamie says. “Because I would verymuch like to see Derek Pierce out of his work element and in the 'player' one I've heard so much about.”
I laugh. “You enjoy chaos.”
“I enjoy watching chaos,” she corrects. “Especially when it’s deserved.”
I glance around the quiet break room. “You sure you want to step into that danger zone?”
She stretches. “It’s been way too long since I’ve been out. I need loud music, good drinks, and a man who doesn’t know my last name.”
“That sounds healthy.”
“Therapeutic,” she insists. “And Shannon better be invited or she’ll never forgive you.”
I smile. “Shannon is basically an extension of me when we go out.”
“Exactly.”
Debra from accounting pokes her head into the doorway. “Did I just hear something about danger zones and poor decision-making?”
Jamie beams. “You absolutely did.”
Debra sighs. “You watch too many crime shows. You’re going to end up kidnapped.”
“Or married,” Jamie counters.
“Which is worse,” Debra mutters, disappearing down the hall.
I snort and pull my phone from my pocket. “I’ll call Levi.”
He answers on the second ring.
“Tell me you want to go out,” he says immediately.
“I want to go out.”
“And you want into The Vault.”
I pause. “How did you?—”
“Because I know you,” he replies smugly. “And because Derek Pierce only goes there when he wants to be seen.”
Jamie mouths oh damn.
“Can you get us in?” I ask.
There’s a beat. “Yes. But I’m coming too.”
“Obviously.”
“And I get veto power over your outfit.”
