Emee: Don’t you dare.
Relief floods through me.
Me: I’d skip the whole season if I thought you were in trouble.
Emee: Well, I’m fine. I called an Uber, so I used your card…I’m going to go to my apartment. I called the leasing office of my building and the super let me in.
Me: Good girl for telling me where you’re going. What do you need at your apartment?
Emee:Things for work, more clothes, toiletries, so I can just stay here. It’s so lux. lol I could use a little change of scenery. I’m getting the suite organized for clients. If they stop canceling on me, that is. I only had two late afternoon clients for today, but when I got into my scheduling program, they had both canceled. Luckily, it was a light day for appointments, and I guess it was for the best. But then, guess what?
Me:What, baby? Tell me everything.
Emee:All my clients for tomorrow canceled as well… Maybe they heard about the fire, but it’s weird.
Sure, it’s weird. But not that weird, when you consider it was me that sent them messages from your scheduling program and canceled their appointments.
Me: Yes, weird. You need some time to get yourself organized, right? You like to be organized. Oh, and since you don’t have your wallet or a license, I’m sending you a number for a car service. They are waiting for your call, and it’s all set up. Ubers can be dangerous. I don’t want you getting in a car with a stranger.
Emee: King, you don’t need to do that.
Me: I do what I do. And, I didn’t cancel. I’ll see you in the morning, baby.
Victor walks toward me, tapping on his phone. “Hey, I saw there was a fire at the office building where that cuddler is.”
“Yeah.”
“Some poor Bentley took a potted plant to the roof, too.”
I shrug. “Didn’t see anything.”
He stares at me for a long minute, then rolls his eyes. “You fucking… Tell me you’re joking, man.” His upper lip twists in a snarl. “Right now, tell me you had nothing to do with that fire. Or that car. That chaos has your signature all over it.”
He puts a hand out to keep me from walking by, then shoves me into the locker.
Anyone else did that, I’d rip their arm off and fuck them up the ass with it.
Victor only gets a pass because he’s a friend, and I’m riding the high from hearing that little squeaky chirp she makes in her throat when she comes.
And, hearing her call meherKing?
My fucking soul left my body.
I shove Victor’s hand off my shoulder. “I did what I had to do.”
“Jesus fucking…” He turns, taking the four steps to his locker and grabbing his helmet off the shelf inside. “Arson is no joke, man, they find out you did that shit you’re going to fucking jail. How you gonna be there for the team then, asshole?”
“Was there a fire?” I bark, slamming my fists into his chest then throwing my hands up. “Did anyone see any fire? A fire alarm does not arson make, my friend.” I tug my jersey on over my head, jerking it as it gets stuck in my shoulder pads, finally pulling it into place. “And the car thing was personal. Some swinging dick tells me he wants to fuck my girl? Shit needed handled.”
“Please tell me you’re not…” Victor growls. “Jesus fucking Christ, man, you could have any puck bunny you want, and you decide to bang the therapist?”
I huff. “Shut your mouth. I didn’t bang anyone.”
He studies me for a moment, before shaking his head, his finger in my face. “This is not fucking happening. No fucking way. Are you going to fuck her to make sure she gives you some glowing report? That shit is going to blow up right in your ugly fucking face. You want your whole team to pay for your bullshit?”
“Something wrong with your ears? I said we didn’t fuck.”
“Yeah? Well, then, explain the wordsmy girlto me, because that shit sounds like you’re fucking her.”
