Nearing the end of my workout, I lower the incline and slow the speed for a quick cool down. While my heart rate slows, I finally tap out my message to Dante.
Time to make it official.
Me
I won’t be able to cover any shifts for a while. Busy at work. Keep an eye on Violet for me.
Dante
Should I put you on the schedule for next week? Or leave you off?
Me
Leave me off. I’ll let you know if that changes.
Dante
You got it. And don’t worry about Violet. We’ll take care of her.
I grit my teeth, reminding myself that he isn’t saying that with innuendo. I made my position about her clear. Dante won’t cross me on this, and neither will the others.
I bring up a blank message, filling in Freya’s contact information.
Me
Have you heard of anyone at the club who needs a roommate or has a room they’d consider renting out?
Freya
Who is this?
Me
It’s James from Bask.
Freya
Oh hey, handsome. Didn’t know you had my number. Do you need a place to stay? My bed is always open for you. Strike that. My stance on this has changed in the last 24 hours.
Me
It’s not for me. And what’s that supposed to mean?
Freya
So it’s not an act. You’re truly clueless about people, aren’t you?
Me
Do you know of anyone with an available room or not?
Freya
I might. What’s it worth to you?
Me
Quit fucking around, or I’ll get Jesse to dole out some punishments. And it won’t be the good kind.