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13
AIDAN
"You owe me for this."
When a woman could make you think about oral sex just by how she could peep at you through her lashes, you knew you’d found yourself a keeper.
Unfortunately for me, Savannah decided to grace me with that look when we were in the elevator on our way up to Luciu and Jen’s penthouse.
It was bound to be awkward, but I was hoping to discuss business with the Don before we sat down for brunch.
"I know I do. I’ll gladly pay up though," she teased.
Not only had traffic been hell thanks to all the extra security measures New York had implemented since the First Lady’s assassination, but: "I fucking hate brunch."
"Don’t be a big baby."
"I’m not! Next time, if you’re going to make me suffer through social niceties, make it breakfast or lunch."
"How can you hate brunch? It’s literally a combination of the two. You should love it."
"Well, I don’t."
"And you say I’m the brat," she retorted with a sniff.
Lips twitching, I curved an arm around her shoulders and rested my hand on her chest. As the doors started to open, I squeezed her tit, grinning as she laughed at me before she clamped her fingers over mine so that Jen could witness me copping a feel.
Jen being Jen, i.e., impossible to embarrass, muttered, "I guess I should be grateful I didn’t catch you sucking him off."
"If the building were taller, I’d have given it my best goddamn shot," Savannah sniped, to which Jen rolled her eyes. "Where’s my namesake, anyway?"
"She isn’t your namesake."
"She’s Savvie, isn’t she?"
"Saverina," Jen corrected.
"Her name will totally get abbreviated to Savvie. I’ll make sure of it," she drawled. "You let Aoife be godmother, so I get the perks of naming rights. Don’t take it away from me."
"Saverina," Jen enunciated, "is sleeping at long last and I’m not about to wake her up when it took me ages to put her down for a nap."
Grousing, Savvie twisted to give me a kiss before she strode off, dragging Jen away and onward to the room her friend had claimed as her office after her marriage to the new Don of New York.
I’d been here many times before, so I knew the layout well.
Still, with no Luciu in sight, I hovered awkwardly, not as comfortable with being here as Savannah was.
She, after all, was friends with Jen. I wasn’t friends with Luciu. Plus, after the debacle with Cain MacMurray, I didn’t want to push my luck.
I knew Luciu was making me pay because he had me waiting a good five fucking minutes in the hallway before he appeared in the doorway, intoning, "Would you like something to drink?"
Bet his fucking ass I did.
Still, it was eleven AM.
I sucked in a breath. "Coffee would be great."
He waved a hand to encourage me to follow him, and I did, stepping deeper into the apartment that seemed to me to meld a hybrid of cultures together.
