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“We’ll have to go over the rosters, I guess.” Carson took the cup from my hand. “I need to employ a couple more instructors. I might need your help in the office since you’ve been running this place in my absence. Do you mind having more to do? You’ll get more money, of course.”
“That sounds fine by me. Won’t say no to more money.” I chuckled. “I’m paying off my apartment and plan to get my mother something nicer.”
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s okay. She has good and bad days, I guess.”
He returned a sympathetic smile, then switching back to business, he asked, “You mentioned in your text someone’s coming in this morning for the training job?”
I searched for a file on the desk. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess. I was planning on cleaning before you arrived, but I had back-to-back training sessions yesterday.”
“No worries, mate. What time’s the interview?”
“In about fifteen minutes.”
“Right.” He nodded, then looking a little distracted, he crossed his fingers. “Look… um… thanks for covering for me with the cops.”
I shrugged it off as though I lied to cops all the time. “That’s okay. I just told them you were at mine watching Arsenal and Liverpool.”
He returned a strained smile and a nod. “I’m sorry to put you on the spot like that.”
“Hey, it’s cool, mate. I don’t mind. I get it. The guy was a fucking pig—after what he did to Savvie. Had it been someone I loved, I would’ve done the same thing.”
“Mm…”
He didn’t contradict me, which only fuelled my curiosity because, though it had been a straight-out overdose—not that shocking for a junkie—I wondered if Carson had anything to do with Bram’s death. I kept that tight to my chest.
“A detective’s still sniffing around. He spoke to me a couple of days ago. I told him the same story. Don’t worry,” I said, noticing Carson’s frown.
“I’m sure you’re wondering, so this is really what happened. I don’t want you to think I had anything to do with his death. Savvie knows, as does my mother-in-law, since she sent me there. Not that I needed fucking convincing.” He pulled a half smile. “I was heading there, anyway.”
The front door rang, and with piqued curiosity left hanging, I had to control the urge to roll my eyes. “That must be my interview. She’s early.”
I peeked through the glass door, and instead of the new instructor, I spied Kylie almost bouncing on the spot, giving off an intense and troubled vibe.
My shoulders tensed. She’d become a problem.
If only that drink she’d invited me to hadn’t turned plural. One shouldn’t blame booze for their actions, I knew, but if I’d been sober, I might have put professionalism before allowing a client to suck me off in her car.
“Shit.”
Carson looked up from the desk. “Who is it?”
“It’s Kylie. One of my clients. She’s kinda stalking me.” I brushed hair away from my forehead. I needed to cut it off, but Manon kept on about how she loved the way it fell on my face.
Why am I thinking of her?
That kiss, stupid.
I shut the door and whispered, “I fucked up.” Kylie could wait.
“Oh. You guys fucked?”
“More a blow job. She kinda lured me into her car.”
Carson seemed to suppress a laugh. “You’re rather popular with the girls. We have noticed.”
“That’s why I’m hiring female trainers. We need balance.”
