Page 58 of Perfect Pitch

As I lean against the pillar waiting for my taxi, I take a moment to reply.

Austyn:

Do you need to sleep?

Mitch:

Why, Ms. Kensington. Are you planning on keeping me out all night? I have a reputation, you know.

Austyn:

Uh-huh. I actually have a gig at Club. How about dinner after?

Mitch:

Why don’t I have it ready at your place so you can come home and unwind?

Austyn:

That sounds blissful.

Mitch:

What time?

Austyn:

About 2?

Mitch:

Perfect. Anything you won’t eat?

Austyn:

I’m down for whatever.

Just then, my taxi arrives. As we take the quick ride back to River View, I make one final comment guaranteed to raise his blood pressure.

Austyn:

But I have a taste for something salty.

We’ve pulled up, I’ve paid the driver, and I’m striding through the lobby when I get a reply.

Mitch:

And I have a taste for something sweet. I wonder whose pleasure will come first.

Cheeks burning, I decide I don’t care because either way I win.

Completely.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

DJ Kensington tore it UP at Club tonight. Where she goes, I will follow.

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