Page 10 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“After the last double date fiasco, she doubts your judgment.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

We both knew I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“The one where your date spent the entire dinner talking about her ex’s pet iguana and how it inspired her to start a reptile rescue? Yeah, Eliza’s still not over that. Way too much cloaca talk at the table.”

“I thought she was normal when I met her at that charity gala. She seemed… composed. Classy, even. Then she starts rambling about how iguanas are misunderstood creatures and how they deserve love too.”

“You saw boobs,” he said. “Boobs and a willing woman.”

I grinned. “She did have a nice rack, which reminds me, I have a date tonight.”

“I think you are using the word ‘date’ pretty loosely,” he said with a laugh. “I think it’s a booty call. A hookup. You’re never going to see the woman again.”

He was not wrong. “It’s better that way.”

“Who is it tonight?” he asked. “From the hookup app?”

“Yep. She’s a model or something. I don’t remember her name. I’m sure she’ll tell me.”

“And I’m sure you’ll forget tomorrow.”

I laughed again. “Maybe. I’ll see you later.”

I left the bar and climbed into the back of the town car. I had just enough time to get home and change before my date. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the screen to see a text message from Eliza.

Eliza: Don’t forget about the cake tasting tomorrow. Be nice to Dorie.

I groaned, tossing my phone onto the seat beside me. Nice. Right. Because that was going to be easy.