“Good afternoon, Savvy. You look beautiful.”
Savvy runs her hands down her outfit. “Aw, thank you.”
“This is Flynn. He’s a gift from Rupert. My muse.”
I pull my shoulders back like a dumbass who’s proud of being a muse for some rich woman, even though I have no clue what it means. I’m a triple D, and it’s biting me in the butt.
Dyslexic.
Delinquent.
Dropout.
“That’s quite the gift. I’m Savvy.” The woman chuckles while introducing herself, hand offered to me.
I shake it. “Flynn.”
“Can I get either of you something to drink? Wine?” She focuses on Callie.
“Wine would be lovely.”
“I’m good,” I say when Savvy shifts her attention to me.
Callie elbows me, and I squint at her without sayingwhat the fuck,but I think it.
“I don’t like wine.” I shrug. “And I’m not thirsty.”
Callie touches her fingers to her chin and then moves her hand forward and downward. What is she doing?
I sigh and blow a kiss back to her because I don’t know if she’s roleplaying in front of Savvy, pretending we’re lovers, or what. But I don’t want to go to jail, so I sit, shake, roll over, andblow kisses. Whatever these entitled weirdos need, I’ll do it.
Savvy giggles, cupping a hand over her mouth to regain her composure. “That’s sign language for ‘thank you,’” she says.
Shit …
“You’re welcome.” I say with a shrug. But I don’t know why she’s thanking me.
Callie clears her throat and points at Savvy, who presses her lips together to hide her grin. I’m glad they’re so amused by me. I fucking hate rich people.
“I’ll get your wine,” Savvy says, turning on her heel.
Callie clasps her hands behind her and stares at me.
“What?”
“When someone offers you something, whether you accept it or not, you saythank you. Yes, thank you. Orno, thank you.But always,thank you.”
I frown. “Sorry.”
She brings her fingers to her lips. This time she actually kisses them and dramatically blows in my direction.
Fuck yousits on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it back down because she delivers her kiss with a smirk, and surely people who smirk aren’t suicidal. And that’s my job, right? To make sure she doesn’t off herself.
“Here you go.” Savvy returns, handing Mrs. Rawlings a glass of white wine.
Is it free? Is this what happens when you’re wealthy? Water coolers with tiny paper glasses turn into wine in stemware?
“Sam will bring your piece out in a few minutes, and then we’ll get it wrapped up for you,” Savvy says.
