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“Uh, no. You’re the delusional one. Did you not see the way he was looking at you? Not to mention, who brings by a folder with information these days? Has the kid not heard of email? He wanted to see you,Mr. Carrington.”
Benoit batted his lashes, making me laugh. “You’re crazy. And stop calling me that.”
“Why,Mr. Carrington? Does it make you horny?”
“Not fucking likely. It sounds like you’re talking about my father.”
“Well, we’re definitely talking aboutsomeone’sfather. How long have you wanted to rip the clothes off that pretty young thing?”
His words hit the mark, and I clenched my molars. “I don’t want to rip them off.”
“No? Not even with your bare hands? What about your teeth? Popping button by button?—”
“Aaand I think you’ve outstayed your welcome,” I said, swallowing the last of my Manhattan.
Benoit pouted. “But I haven’t finished my drink yet,Mr.—”
“Fine, you can stay if you stop calling me that.”
“Okay.” Benoit paused, and just when I thought he’d moved on, he asked, “Do you prefer Daddy?”
SIX
preston
Are you still at the office?
I’m finished with dinner and could use a drink…
I CHECKED MY messages for the umpteenth time, and when I saw Mr. Carrington still hadn’t responded to the ones I’d sent a couple hours ago, I considered calling him. But it was too loud at the club my friends had chosen to make an appearance at tonight. At least, that was the excuse I was going with, because the truth was, I didn’t want even more radio silence from him.
Today hadn’t gone anything like I’d expected. Mr. Carrington showing up at Astor, demanding the truth, and then shutting me down when it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
Well, I didn’t think that was necessarily true. He wouldn’tlethimself hear. But dropping by his office tonight to convince him otherwise had only gotten me cockblocked by his friend Benoit. But therehadbeen a moment between us, one I knew he’d felt too, and if I could just get him alone again, I could show him.
“If you’re gonna be on your phone with Serena all night, you should’ve just invited her,” West said, knocking into my shoulder as he sidled up beside me at the bar.
I quickly shoved my phone into my pants pocket. “Can’t interrupt girls’ night.”
“Girls’ night?” West held up two fingers for the bartender, who nodded. “What does that entail? Manicures? Strippers?”
“You know what, I’ve never asked.”
“You’re not curious what she gets up to when you’re not around?”
Not in the slightest. If anything funny or interesting ever happened, Serena would end up telling me anyway, but what she did wasn’t any of my business.
The same as what I did wasn’t anything she needed to know right now.
I shook my head as two bourbon sours appeared in front of West. “Some of us don’t need to stalk our significant others.”
West scoffed. “I don’t stalk?—”
“What was that?” His boyfriend, JT, dropped his chin on West’s shoulder from behind. “Because I know you weren’t about to say you didn’t stalk me when Preston was there for all of it.”
“Finding out helpful information isn’t the same thing, Golden Boy.”
“Uh huh, you keep telling yourself that.” JT grabbed his drink and took a sip. “I think it’s nice that Serena has her nights out. She has to get sick of hanging out with us all the time.”
