“I appreciate it, buddy, but I just made these plans, and I can’t cancel them.”
He nodded. “I understand.”
“Any recommendations on good places to go for dinner? It’s up to me to pick the spot, and admittedly, I didn’t do any research on some solid options nearby.”
He slung his computer bag over his shoulder and lowered his sunglasses to his face. “You’re not going to go to Charred Miami?”
I chuckled. “Not the right night for it.”
“I see.” He took out his phone. “It’s not easy, recommending restaurants to a man who owns hundreds.”
“I get that.”
“I’ll text you a few of my favorites.”
I thanked him and shook his hand, and as I walked out of the building and climbed into the back seat of the waiting SUV, I pulled up Sophie’s number that Callum had given to me and began writing her a text.
Me
Miss me?
Sophie
Who is this?
Me
Or maybe I should ask … do you miss my tongue?
Sophie
How the hell did you get my number?
Me
Ask me a harder question, Sophie. Like how I felt when you walked out of my hotel room last night.
Sophie
I don’t care how you felt. Obviously.
Me
I want to come over to your place after Abbi goes to bed.
Sophie
It’s absolutely wild to me and semi-diabolical that you think I would say yes to that.
Me
You’re saying you don’t want me to lick yourpussy again?
Sophie
I think I’ve made it clear I want nothing to do with you—your tongue and dick are included in that statement.
Me
