Page 17 of The Need to Know

Paisley waved me off. “Like I said, Remy looks good in person. Maybe I can talk him into stopping by the station and doing an interview.”

Knowing Paisley’s charm, I could see her roping such a high roller like Remy with little to no effort.

“What happened to Justin?” I wondered of her recent fling.

Paisley wrinkled her nose. “He had ashy nipples.”

I nearly spit out my beer, completely caught off guard. “Pay.”

“What?” she questioned innocently. “It made me go home and make sure mine were straight. Speaking of, if you didn’t oil yourself down all the way I got a little somethin’ in my bag.”

I covered my mouth to smother my laughs just in the nick of time as Ezekiel entered the Diamond Suite with the kings of diamonds themselves, Remy and his brother. He did a quiet sweep around the room, and when his eyes landed on me, I didn’t miss the way a cool smile eased across his face. The Dymonds and their entourage settled down across the room, but Ezekiel and Cesar came our way without hesitation.

Ezekiel stopped and appraised me, admiring my black bustier top and black pants. “Nastasia.”

“Ezekiel,” I responded.

He grinned and pointed to Cesar. “This is my boy, Cesar.”

Cesar was chivalrous as he leaned across the small table in front of me to shake my hand.

I shook his hand and gestured to Paisley. “Hey. This is my best friend, Paisley.”

Cesar shook hands with her first and Ezekiel came next, tipping his head her way. “Paisley? Like Paisley P?”

Paisley nodded. “That’s me.”

Surprise peppered Ezekiel’s face as he glanced at Cesar in shock and came back to Paisley, shaking her hand vigorously now. “Yo, I’m a big fan.”

Paisley eyed him skeptically. “Really, a big fan?”

“Definitely,” Ezekiel said with pride as he went and sat against the wall on top of the sofa.

Paisley snuck me a look before working her charm on Ezekiel. “Big enough of a fan to give me my own VIP pass so that I’m not a plus-one?”

“Got you,” Ezekiel said before he faced Cesar. “Make that happen.”

Cesar already had his phone out typing something up. “Say less.”

Paisley was pleased as she took a sip of her drink.

“What you drinking?” Ezekiel asked, directing his attention to me.

I lifted my cup. “Corona.”

He made a face and raised his own cup. “Modelo.”

I tuck my tongue out. “I used to like that, and then it got watery for my taste.”

“I drink Negra.”

“Haven’t had it.”

Ezekiel grinned at me. “You should try it.”

I was satisfied with my taste for Corona, but I considered going out and trying a single of Modelo Negra.

Cesar stood up as a bottle girl approached us with a black bucket with a gold-plated champagne bottle sticking out.