My phone vibrates again, and I peek at the screen.
AG:
If you’re going to have other men in your suite, put some clothes on.
I roll my eyes and don’t bother replying. Mr. Giuliani can go screw himself if he thinks I’m going to just jump and do as he says.
“So, who did this?” Angus waves a hand at the spread of food covering the table.
“Okay, don’t judge me…”
“I would never judge you, Mol. What’d you do?”
“It’s more of awhodid I do?” I smirk.
“The guy from the bar?”
I shake my head. “He didn’t work out. But before I tell you, just know it was worth it. I think. Because I had the best sex of my entire life last night. Like, not just good but world-shattering, star-seeing, body-shaking orgasms, as in plural.”
“Okay, TMI, Mol. You could have just said it was good sex.” Angus shakes his head. “So, who was it?”
“Look… just know I’m not exactly proud of myself for this and it’s probably not going to happen again.”
“Probably?”
“Well, I can’t guarantee it won’t because there’s something about him that just, well, gets my motors going… if you know what I mean.”
“Molly, who is it?”
“Alfie Giuliani,” I whisper his name.
Angus’s eyes widen. “You fucked the man who is preventing the sales from going through?”
“Actually, I let him fuck me.”
“Semantics, Mol. You’re in bed with the enemy. Is that who sent you this?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
“Don’t eat it. What if it’s poisoned?” Angus swipes a piece of bacon out of my hand. I roll my eyes and grab another one.
“He’s not poisoning me, Angus.”
“You don’t know that. How did this even happen? You left with that plain dude.”
“Alfie was waiting for me when I got back here.” I leave out the part where he threatened to blow that poor guy’s head offandthe part where he was already inside my room. “It’s not that bad.”
“Sure, no, of course not. It’s just sex, right?” Angus asks. “Right.”
“Right! Really good sex.”
“I know I’m going to regret asking this, but what made this sexsogood?” Angus quirks a curious brow.
“I don’t know. It just was.” I lift a shoulder and fill my mouth with more bacon.
No way am I telling Angus I let Alfie spank my ass and then when he bit my breast, I asked him to do it again. And again. Shit, I forgot about that.
“Hold that thought. I’m going to get dressed.” I jump up, run into the bedroom, and slam the door shut.
