“You both are just really…”
“Really?” Thad prodded.
“Draining.” Jerry deadpanned, eyes still focused on his screen. “We suck the life out of everything and everyone around us, Thaddeus.”
“Is this true, Lake?”
I grimaced, lifting my shoulders. “It’s not entirely false.”
“Fine.” Thad’s chin jutted out. “Go. We’ll just see you tomorrow. We don’t need you cock blocking us tonight anyway.”
“For the last time! I’m. Not. Gay!”
I bit back my grin while Thad rolled his eyes. “Not with each other, you idiot! With women at bars or clubs. We don’t want to look attached if we want to get laid.”
“Oh.” Jerry peeked up from his computer. “Sorry.”
I had a better chance of spontaneously growing a new leg before Jerry would get laid, but I kept that theory to myself.
I had many theories. They were correct half of the time.
“Well, I hope you and your cocks have a lovely night.” I grabbed my purse and slipped on my shoe.
“Funny, love. Only not really. Enjoy your freedom. I’ll be knocking on your hotel room door early tomorrow morning. Try to be at least a little coherent when you open the door.”
“Sorry, I don’t have ‘masseuses’ coming to my room late at night to read me a bedtime story and release my tension from the day.”
“I’ll come to your room, Lake.”
“I get it, Jerry, you’re not gay. Wouldn’t care if you were. But stay the hell away from my hotel room.”
“Oh, love, the sexual tension between you and Jerry could trigger a major earthquake. For the sake of twenty million people, try to control yourselves.”
I needed a raise.
“Go to Capital M, tell them I sent you. They’ll seat you right away. The nighttime view of Tiananmen Square is excellent. Do you have a company credit card? Make sure Thaddeus pays,” Jerry instructed.
I grinned. “I never travel without it.”
Thad shook his head.
Jerry Chu’sname didn’t mean anything to me when I first met him, but the staff at Capital M treated just the mention of his name like the secret code to a buried treasure. As promised, the nighttime view of Tiananmen Square was most excellent.
My vibrating phone drew my attention away from the view and my table filled with too much food and expensive wine. Thad’s credit card, of course.
Cage:Do you speak Chinese?
I grinned.
Lake:Sorry. Who are you again? I vaguely remember some guy with your name.
Cage:I’ve been busy.
Lake:Sorry, your royal quarterback-ness.
Cage:Are you mad at me?
Yes. No. A little. Why didn’t he call?
