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Drew
“What do you mean, you left him without riding that monster dick all night long after he ate you until you screamed?”
Randi’s question comes out like a squeal, and women at the two tables next to us swivel their heads to stare at me like I’ve betrayed the sisterhood. Thankfully, the rest of the bar is packed, and the noise drowns out her shock before it carries further to elicit more awkward stares.
“Wasn’t that enough for one night? Especiallythe first night?” I whisper the question, hoping that the tone of my voice will influence Randi to stop shrieking, but even I know that’s a long shot.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head like she’s overwhelmed by the degree of my failure. “No, girl. It’s never enough. You should be walking bowlegged right now, because I’ve heard that man can pound you into the pavement without even trying.” Randi leans forward, and her boobs threaten to spill free of her low-cut shirt.
I cross my arms and glare at her. “Oh, really? Because the other stuff you told me—about him fucking all of his employees—wasn’t true at all. As a matter of fact, it was the opposite of true. He said he won’t touch them.”
Instead of being offended by being called out, Randi throws her head back, and her silver-streaked black hair goes flying as she laughs.
“What is so damn funny?”
She wipes her eyes, still chuckling as she reaches for her beer. “I wasn’t wrong when it counted. He sure as hell touchedyou, didn’t he?”
Goddammit.She’s right, and I can’t even argue about that.
“But he didn’t touch Tanya.”
Randi rolls her eyes. “Because Tanya’s a bitch who would probably bite a man’s dick off if it got too close to her mouth. She’s been man-hating since the beginning of time. Besides, I never told you that Cannon fucked her.”
A stab of annoyance shoots through me because Randi didn’t make any exclusions from thehe fucks everyone, but only one nightspeech she gave me before, and she didn’t tell me about knowing Tanya. But I let it slide because ... well, it’s Randi. What am I supposed to do with her? She’s the closest thing I have to a friend as Drew Carson.
“How do you know Tanya, anyway? And why didn’t you tell me you applied there for a job?Seven times.”
Randi waves her hand at the waitress, making the universal signal forwe need another round, which we really don’t. I’m already feeling the buzz from drinking after not eating much all day because I was wrapped up in my father’s files.
When she’s assured the next round is on its way, Randi turns back to me. “Would you advertise you’d been chased away from a place where you wanted a job? Don’t judge me. As for Tanya, I met her through Teal, her younger sister. She’s a favorite on the party-girl circuit. Guys will buy heranything.” Randi pulls a twenty out from beneath her bottle of beer. “I swear, she must have a gold-plated pussy, because her blood alcohol level is usually higher than her IQ.”
I can picture a younger, less hostile version of Tanya, but the last part makes me wonder if Teal’s partying is why she’s not working at the club often. It would fit with the question Tanya asked me on my first day about drinking and the warnings she gave me.
“I guess Teal still works at the club, but I haven’t met her yet,” I say, hoping Randi will keep spilling information.
“She only works there because even Cannon can’t bring himself to fire her. Teal says she fucked him, which, for the record,” she shoots me a pointed look, “that’s why I told you he fucked his employees. That was straight from the ho’s mouth, and I had no reason to think she was lying about it.”
“He says he didn’t,” I reply, leaning back in my seat.
Randi’s eye roll threatens to pop her eyeballs straight out of her head. “Like any guy ever tells the truth about that shit. That’s your first mistake, young Jedi. You believe them. You need to learn to be a little less trusting.”
I grab my glass and chug the rest of my dirty martini with one gulp, because I can’t school my expression fast enough. If Randi only knew I was the one no one should trust ... but I can’t tell her. Not now and not ever.
When I’ve regained my composure, I set the glass down and nod. “I’ll work on that.”
The next round of drinks is delivered, but my phone buzzes incessantly in my purse. I glance inside to see which phone it is—my work phone or my personal phone. Normally, I only bring my work phone with me, but Ariel is due to have a baby at any moment, and I want to know when the screaming bundle of joy makes its arrival into the world.
It’s my personal phone. And it’s my mother calling.Great.
I stand up from the table and point to my phone. “I gotta take this. I’ll be right back.”
Randi nods, her gaze already wandering to the nearest solo guy in the bar as I walk out to the sidewalk where I’ll be able to hear my mother lecture me over God only knows what this time.
Except I’m not quite quick enough.
The ringing dies and I stand on the sidewalk, trying to decide whether I want to call her back. There’s no love lost between me and Mom. She bounces from one übertrendy health spa to the next, instead of just checking herself into rehab where she belongs.
