“Okay…”
“He said you can come as his guest.”
“Really?” she shrieked. I had to pull the receiver away from my ear.
“Yes, but remember—”
“I know, confidential.”
“Right.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll put Peyton on now.”
“Thank you. I’ll see you on Saturday.”
A few seconds later Peyton picked up. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I smiled as soon as I’d heard her voice.
“What’s up?”
“Dinner at my place tonight?”
There was a brief pause. “Yeah, sure.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go to yours, but Carrie wants us to have dinner with her tonight.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
“You’re okay with that?”
“Well, I mean—it will be weird at first I’m sure.”
“Don’t worry. She’ll probably apologize for starting shit between us, and then she’ll give you wine and you’ll be best friends.”
Peyton laughed, and my dick jerked. “I do like wine.”
“I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, and one more thing. Bring clothes for tomorrow.”
“How will I get to work?”
“After I hit the gym I’ll pick you up and bring you back to your place so you can get your car.”
“Should I just meet you at your place?”
“And if you get there before me, will you feel comfortable with Carrie alone?”
“Good point.”
I chuckled. “Don’t be nervous. Carrie’s harmless, and I promise you’ll love her.”
Peyton was coming home with me where I shared a house with mywife, butI knew they’d hit it off after they got over the awkwardness of their first meeting.
I wasn’t the last one to leave the office for once. More and more Clint tried to stay later than I, but I never let him. He had a wife and a kid he had to get home to, and there was no way I was going to let that wanker take my raise and promotion from me. If I had to go stand outside of nightclubs, waiting for couples to exit who were at each other’s throats, I would. Anything to get more clients. In fact, I was going to hit up a few people at Sensation on Saturday who I knew were on the verge of calling it quits.
