“Oh, I see. You got company.”
“Nah, nothing like that.” I set my glass down. “Just had a little bed warmer recently. That’s all.”
His eyes grew. “How recent?”
I checked my watch. “Eight hours ago?”
“Fuck! An escort?”
My face screwed up. “Now why would I spend money on pussy when I get it for free? I just picked her up at the hotel bar.”
“I hope it ain’t one of our contractors or vendors.”
“Nah. Too young.”
His eyebrow cocked up. “How young we talking?”
“Calm down. It wouldn’t be a scandal if anything got out. Not that I think she’d put anything out. Shit, the way I had her in my bed? She might not wanna let the world know she got down like that.”
“Damn. Alla that?”
“And more.”
He laughed, quickly followed up with a fist bump. “I’m jealous, maybe I need to sit my ass at the bar tonight.”
I scoffed. “Please, you even got play since?—”
My throat tightened as soon as I started but he caught it anyway.
“Sorry.”
He waved me off.
“No. You’re good. And yes, I got play. Just not as much as I used to. I’m too busy with business and my daughter.”
Right, he had a little girl.
I haven’t seen her in years.
“How old is she now? Like sixteen?”
“Try twenty-four, asshole.” He shook his head. “Thank God you opted out of being her Godfather. You are terrible with kids.”
I raised my glass to that.
“Which is why I ain’t got any.”
He was about to respond when his phone buzzed against the table. Dillon glanced at the screen, and back at me with a ‘speak of the devil’ expression.
He answered quickly.
“Hey, princess.” His tone was softer than I had ever heard it with anyone else. “Mm-hmm… yeah, I know. Look, I’m in the middle of something right now, but swing by, okay?”
I sipped my water. I guess I’ll see this daughter of his for the first time in years.
“Do you hear me?” Dillon laughed into the phone. “Yeah, yeah, I know how you get… Love you too.”
He hung up, dropping the phone back into his pocket. “That girl could run through a platinum card like it’s Monopoly money. I swear she’s allergic to the word budget.”
