I covered my face. “Oh my God.”
“Exactly,” she nodded. “Now I’m traumatized.”
I dropped my hands, shaking my head. “You’re sick for listening!”
“I didn’t even try to listen,” she said, holding her hands up. “That’s how loud it was!”
“Mm.” I grabbed a pillow and tossed it at her. “You enjoyed it.”
She caught it, grinning. “A little.”
Perv.
I rolled my eyes and moved toward the mirror, checking myself again out of habit. Everything still in place.
Good.
“You know what’s crazy?” I asked.
“What?”
I turned halfway toward her, arms crossing loosely. “He had documents on his desk with a Sucré letterhead.”
She blinked. “Like… your dad’s company?”
“Exactly like my dad’s company,” I said, my tone sharpening a little.
Now she was interested. “Wait. So what—you think he works for him?”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “But with the launch party tomorrow, I’m pretty sure they have business together and he’s here for that.”
Orim’s eyes widened. “You think he’s gonna be there?”
I shrugged, but my mind was already moving. “If he had paperwork like that just sitting out? He’s not nobody.”
“Girl…” she dragged the word out, smiling. “You done slept with one of your daddy’s business people again.”
“Relax. He’s probably just a contractor or something.”
“Still. Your dad is gonna kill you if he finds out. Remember what happened with Jason?”
“Ugh. Don’t even say his name. And my dad isn’t going to find out.”
Orim leaned back, watching me deep in thought. “So what you gonna do if he is there?”
I faced the mirror again, meeting her eyes in the reflection, tilting my head slightly.
“…depends,” I answered.
“On?”
“How he reacts if we see each other.”
HELLO, “MR. S”
Mr S.
“Only you would ordersteak at this hour of the day,” I said, watching Dillon cut into his plate with disgust. “What happened to starting the day with something light?”
