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“I won’t. I can only take so much ugly in one night.”
I almost protested that sweater woman wasn’t actually ugly. Her eyes were bright and attractive. Her lips fairly full. With a little makeup and a better hairstyle, she could be on the upper end of the beauty scale.
I down the bourbon, unsure why I’m thinking about how this Bridget Moore looks.
“Your guest, Amy Liu, is here,” I tell my cousin when he arrives with Eric Drumm, Kimberly’s boyfriend. “Where’s Hao Young? I thought he was coming with you?”
“We wrapped up business at dinner, and he wanted to call it a night. He went back to his hotel,” JD replies as he tosses the spikey bangs that are always falling into his eyes.
I glance over at Eric and Kimberly, lip-locked by the railing. I’m not a huge fan of Eric, the son of a billionaire real estate developer who’s currently governor of Florida and running for president, because he seems far too eager to ingratiate himself with members of the triad but plays it off like he’s doing us a favor by blessing us with his company. Kimberly knows I only tolerate him because JD might want to go into a business venture with him, and I suspect my lack of enthusiasm for the guy is one of the reasons she’s decided to date him.
“So where’s Amy?” JD asks as he accepts a beer from one of the servers.
“You sure she’s not jailbait?” I ask as Olga curls up next to me and plays with one of the buttons on my vest.
“Not likely. She says she’s a junior at Cal.”
“She brought a friend.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I told Cheryl it was okay.”
“She’s down at the bar.”
“Mind if I invite her up here?”
“Go ahead.”
Olga starts kissing my neck. We’ve had sex twice before, and I stop at three. After that, you risk moving into the gray zone before relationship territory. Kimberly looks over and frowns. She and Olga pretend to be friends, but there’s not much love lost between them. I don’t try to understand women’s relationships with each other.
I consider spending the night with Olga, but I could also find a partner at the other part of the club.
For some reason, Sweater Woman comes to mind.
“I’ll go down with you,” I say to JD. “I owe the friend an apology,”
Kimberly disengages from Eric’s mouth. “You’re not serious? The woman threw a drink in your face.”
“I’ve had worse thrown at me.”
“And since when do you apologize? Are you sure you even know how?”
The fact that she’s Eric’s girlfriend won’t stop me from tying her down to the A-frame and spanking her till her ass is purple. But that might be exactly what she’s after.
“I need the practice then,” I say. My cell rings.
“I’ll bring Amy and her friend up,” JD tells me as I take the call.
It’s Mitchell Lindsay, a state senator who wants to bring his mistress to the club tonight. He’s received over $25,000 for securing government building contracts for various members of the Jing San and hopes to find additional ways to fund his bid for Secretary of State in two years.
“I’m sorry, Senator,” I tell Lindsay, “I can only take so many newcomers at a time.”
The FBI recently busted a state legislator up in Washington for racketeering, and I’m not entirely sure they don’t have their eye on Lindsay. And since a lot of business gets conducted at The Lotus, the fewer outsiders, the better.
“You’re going to let JD bring that ugly thing up here?” Kimberly asks when I’m done with the call.
I lean back and put my arm around Olga. “Get over yourself, Kim.”
She scowls at me before turning to Eric. “Come on, the view’s better on the third floor.”
