“I have this friend and...um—”
“Spit it out, girl.”
“Look, I didn’t want to do this, but she’s like really persistent and she’s prepared to pay a shit load of money.”
“You’ve got exactly one second to tell me what the fuck you’re babbling on about before I cut this call.”
“Okay, wait. There’s this girl that works with me and she begged me to let her spend the night with you. Says she’ll pay me money to let her do it. I’m not sure what kinky shit she’s up to but I thought you’d like to know.
Zena moved to hit the stop button and I lifted a finger, my expression hardened stone. She pulled back her hand.
“Let me get this straight. You have a friend who wants to pay you money to get me to fuck her?”
“Yes. Says she knows you and has some unfinished business with you or something.”
“What’s her name?”
“Zena Sen.”
“Where is she?”
“Partying with me at a club.”
“Where?”
“Your city.”
“When are you going home?”
“She’s spending the weekend with me. Are you...um...going to come over?”
“Do you want to earn more than what she’s paying you, Bianca?”
“I’m not greedy, Lorenzo, I’ve got people and bills—”
“Answer the fucking question?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Tell her you’ll help her. Arrange one of our night fucks and don’t tell her you told me.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Bianca?”
“Yes?”
“Fuck me around and you’ll be eating Zena’s pussy as sushi. Understood?”
“Yes.”
The recording ended and I was sure, I’d hear a pin drop with the ensuing silence. “Does that answer your question of how I knew it was you, Zena?” When she said nothing, I continued, “Would you like to tell me why you paid Bianca money to sleep with me?” Wordlessly, she stood and moved over to the window. The stiff set of her shoulders spoke to her rage. “I’m waiting, Zena.”
She swung around sharply, her eyes frosted daggers, glared holes through me. “Fuck you, Lorenzo.”
