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“You did this?”
“Yeah. I mean, Lenox came up with the idea, and she called in a favor to get the whole VIP section. She also ordered the…”
I tune him out, zeroing in onher. She’s off to the side, her hands clasped together, her eyes are all mine.
A server steps between us, severing the connection, and when they move aside, she’s not looking at me anymore.
“…then, you know, maybe after this her productivity will pick back up.”
“Who? Lenox? I’ve seen her there every day this week, grinding.” I quickly add, “Except today while I was off-site. Did she skip work or something?”
Kaisin throws back the rest of his vodka tonic and shrugs. “Numbers don’t lie.”
What numbers is he talking about?
“This is really nice.” I gesture around the private room. “Let me buy you a drink.”
He waves me off, telling me, “They’re taken care of.”
I give him a questioning look while also drawing him over to the bar.
“Lenox is covering the whole thing,” he explains. “Probably my brother’s doing.”
Just like this bachelor party was Kaisin’s.
Fucking Debrosse brothers.
I order us both doubles, but when I go to tip the bartender, my wallet’s not in the pocket it’s usually in. Or any of my other pockets. Or the floor around me.
I know I had it when I entered the club because I had to show my ID.
Someone must’ve swiped it between then and now. Who the fuck—
Lex catches my eye, the image of perfected innocence.
She pickpocketed me. Again. Except this time, it wasn’t a reversal. She straight jacked me. The worst part is I can’t even pinpoint when she did it. I was so distracted by her, she could’ve done it on the dance floor when her body was molded to mine. Or outside the bathrooms. The lightest touch from her had me numb to everything else.
I start across the room, stopping almost immediately when two leasing consultants cut me off, wanting to introduce themselves. As soon as their names leave their mouths, they ask if I’m happy with my current living situation. Neither one waits for me to answer before telling me about some housing options I might like better.
“Tonight’s not about work, boys,” Lex tsks as she joins us what feels like three hours later, carrying a tray of shots that she damn near knocks into my chest.
“Oh, uh, sorry. Lenox, right?” one asks, earning himself a glare from the other.
And me.
How doesn’t he know who she is?
“In the flesh. It’s nice to finally meet.”
Both men duck their heads, their cheeks practically steaming they’re so red.
Lifting the tray higher into our faces, she offers, “Shots?”
They each take the ones on the sides before excusing themselves.
Once we’re alone, I grab the glass closest to me and ask, “Where’s my wallet, Snow?”
“Safe.”
