‘You didn’t seem to be interested in him,’ she says in a quiet tone, her eyes now on her shoes.
‘What?’ From the heat of my anger, my blood suddenly turns cold. The absolute gall of this woman! I grip the arms of my chair, willing myself not to respond. Physically, at least.
‘I thought he was single.’ She shuffles backwards as though afraid of my sudden change in tone. ‘N-not your boyfriend,’ she adds quickly. Her dark eyes are almost beseeching as they find mine again. ‘I know I have sex for a living, but that doesn’t make me immoral.’
‘No one’s accusing you of anything,’ Paisley interjects, her voice calm. ‘Just tell us what happened. Chas needs to hear your side of things.’ From beseeching to calculating, Paisley’s gaze has other things to say.Wait. Listen. Don’t throat punch her just yet.
‘We were laughing,’ she begins. ‘And drinking. And then he went outside to smoke a blunt. I might have taken a couple of tokes.’
Fucking great. Sex, drugs, and alcohol; the idiot trifecta.
‘Did he smell of weed?’ Paisley asks, her gaze sliding to mine. But I shake my head.I don’t think so.
‘We started kissing, and things got a little heated. And then you know.. . ’
‘And you let him film you.’ At this she blushes—this!That’s like, I don’t know. Charity work?
‘Afterwards, he got nasty,’ Sophia says, hurrying on quickly. ‘He told me he was dating you, that if you found out, you’d be angry. But not nearly angry as he would be.’
‘He threatened you?’ That doesn’t seem like the Flynn I know. But then again, the Flynn I know wouldn’t have done this.Do you ever really know someone,whispers my consciousness. Especially after such a short time?
‘I suppose. Maybe?’ Sophia says. ‘But I didn’t know what to do. So I took a cab home.’
‘Was this before or after the ambulance?’
‘There was an ambulance? What for?’
‘Never mind,’ I interject, thinking back to how I’d introduced Sophia to Flynn.
‘Sophia, just to be sure, he has dark hair and was wearing a black suit and a thin neck tie?’ She nods as it occurs to me I could be a little more specific. ‘The guy with the sausages?’
‘Yes, that’s him. You introduced me to him—to Tate.’
