"I can hear you." Drew shakes his head. "I wouldn't even think about having a threesome with Tom." He rubs his forehead. "God damn. Thanks for those mental images. You do realize he's about to marry my sister?"
Miles shrugs, feigning innocence. "If you had to pick somebody?"
"You and Meg looking?" Drew asks.
"No." Miles smiles. "Just entertaining myself. Like you said."
"One of you three?" Drew asks.
Miles nods.
"To join me and Kara or in a parallel universe before that?" Drew asks.
"Before," Miles says. "You wouldn't share Kara in a million years."
Drew nods. "Pete. No question."
Pete laughs. "Told you." He locks eyes with Miles and motions to Drew. "He need a cool down before this?"
Drew's eyes stay on his phone. "No, I'm fine."
"Kara work out all your energy this morning?" Miles asks.
Drew doesn't bat an eye. He just nods.
I smooth my sundress. The air conditioning is on full blast. Even with all the thoughts of Pete naked and groaning in my head, I'm cold.
I push myself off the couch and join Pete leaning against the wall. He slides his arm around my waist, pulls my body into his, presses his lips to my forehead. Is it for show or because he wants to hold me? His friends are still teasing each other. They aren't even looking at us.
My eyelids flutter closed. I allow myself a few moments to soak in the comfort of his body. I'm not sure what it means, but I love having his arms around me.
God, Pete smells so good. Like soap and shampoo and like him. I'm tempted to drag him to an empty office and have my way with him.
"Hello, Miles. Mr. Denton, Mr. Steele." Aiden steps into the room.
Instantly, I'm cold. Even his voice is slimy.
Pete pulls me closer. He holds me so tightly I can barely breathe. Or maybe that's how disgusting Aiden is.
"That's a nice dress, Ms. James. Do you need me to turn the air conditioning down?"
His eyes go to my chest. I look down. Sure enough, the high beams are on.
Aiden is looking at my nipples. Gross.
"No, I'm fine."
His eyes lock with mine. They're threatening.
Miles jumps in. He motionsI've got thisto Pete. "How's Bruce? Still fucking his assistant?"
"No. His assistant moved to another label."
"That's a shame. Rehab take this time?" Miles asks.
"How many tries did it take you? I forget." Aiden glares. "Where is Tom?"
Everybody tenses.