Page 73 of Jilted

“Sort of. Hot, a celebrity athlete, wealthy, this body…”

“Umm, are you drunk, too?”

I smiled. “He’d be just as much of a catch without all that.”

“If you say so. Where are we taking him, anyway? Back to our hotel?”

I hadn’t thought about the logistics. But I should probably take him home. Though… I had no idea where that was. “I’d rather take him to his place, but I don’t know his address. Do you think he has a wallet on him?”

Elijah wiggled his brows. “I volunteer to check his pants pockets.”

I chuckled. “I’ll try his jacket first.”

His wallet was the first place I checked, on the inside of his tux jacket, which had his name embroidered on the inner pocket. I’d assumed by the way his tux fit that it wasn’t a rental, but this was yet another reminder how different our lives were. None of my friends owned a tuxedo.

If that didn’t point out the difference enough, pulling up to the address on Wilder’s license was a flashing neon sign.Wow. The building looked like it belonged on the cover ofWealthmagazine. Modern and sleek, with curved glass and an entrance that had to be two stories high—it was pretty damn intimidating.

“How are we going to do this?” Elijah asked. “You think they have a luggage cart or a dolly?”

I laughed. “I’m sure that would raise a few eyebrows, if we wheeled him in. Let’s start by trying to wake him.” I placed my hand on Wilder’s chest and gently shook him. “Wilder? You’re home.”

He gripped my hand and grinned. “I smooth-talked you into coming home with me after all?”

“Something like that… Do you think you can walk?”

“I can do more than walk…”

I smiled at Elijah. “At least it seems like he’s back to himself a little more than when we left.”

Slipping my hand under Wilder’s head, I lifted and helped him sit up. Once his feet were on the floor, he blinked over at Elijah. “Oh, hey, man. When did you get here?”

“Just now.” Elijah chuckled and looked to me. “Want me to help you get him up?”

“I don’t need any help getting it up,” Wilder said. “Trust me.”

“Should I wait here?”

I shook my head. “He said our hotel was near here. I’ll just grab an Uber so you don’t have to wait.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m going to help him up and make sure he’s okay.”

Elijah winked. “Right. Got ya.”

“No, really.”

He opened the back of the limo, still grinning. “Let me at least get the doors.”

Once we were inside, I waved goodbye to Elijah and turned to the task at hand. Wilder’s forty-five-minute power nap had made him a bit more steady on his feet, but he was still pretty drunk. “What floor do you live on?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.

“Top.”

There were thirty-eight buttons and one marked PH. “Thirty-eight?”

He yawned. “Penthouse. The code is zero-zero-one-seven.”

NumberSeventeen.I smiled to myself thinking back to how he’dstalked my YouTube channel when we first met and found the keypad underneath the buttons and entered the numbers. Before I could push the PH button, it illuminated.I guess it knows where we’re going.

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