Before Booker could respond, Savior did. “Do we have a problem?”
His voice was like thick caramel: rich, smooth and luxurious. No wonder he was Mr. Sex.
Booker looked at Jason and spoke to Savior. “Since you ask. I think it’s pertinent to know what Mr. Black has been doing.” Jason’s eyes widened as Booker continued. “He fancies slipping roofies in women’s drinks.”
“Is this true?” Savior asked.
“No,” Jason lied again.
“I saw it with my own eyes, Savior,” Booker agreed. “And Peyton just saw him do it again with Gwen’s cocktail.”
Savior snatched the drink from Jason’s hands. “I’ll have my lab test this. After the results, I’ll make a decision regarding your membership. For now, it’s best you leave.”
“Savior!” Jason protested.
“Get out, or I’ll call Luke to throw you out.”
Jason glared at Booker then looked at me. I glared right back.
“You heard him, mate,” Booker snapped.
Jason turned, not saying another word.
“Thank you,” Gwen said to me.
I smiled warmly. “Girls need to watch out for each other.”
“Never thought it could happen at a private club.” She sighed.
“It’s against all the rules,” Savior responded. “I’ll comp your membership for a month, the three of you.”
“That’s not necessary,” I responded.
“It’s my pleasure, and please, let me know if you ever need anything. You have a great guy here.” He slapped Booker on the shoulder. “I’ve watched him turn into a man, and I have to say that love looks good on him.”
A lump formed in my throat. Bookerwasa great guy.
The best.
