Page 66 of A Master's Destiny
“Well, we’re better off without him…” With a laugh, he adds, “Now, I just have to get rid of you.”
I look up to see him cracking a smile.
I smirk. I feel a pang of sympathy for the guy knowing that his father recently died. “Want to hang out at my place for a bit?”
His eyes narrow. “Why?”
“No reason. Just thought I’d ask. Forget I said anything.”
As I head out, he grumbles behind me, “If you are reallythatdesperate for company, I guess I could join you…”
I roll my eyes, amused by the way he’s acting as if he’s doing me a favor. “Great. You can follow behind me in your car.”
Before I start driving home, I text Anderson.
Class ended early, so I’m headed back. I’ll tell you what went down when I get home but wanted to give you a heads up that Surfer Boy is coming too.
He immediately texts back.
Should I have my bullwhip or a whiskey waiting for him?
I chuckle when I text my answer.
Both.
Fiery Fun
When I open the door, Anderson greets us. He looks properly intimidating with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. When I notice the bullwhip secured to his belt, I smirk.
Slater looks at him warily as he enters the apartment.
“This is my friend, Brad Anderson.”
“Hey,” Slater mumbles.
Anderson wraps his hand around his bullwhip and only grunts in answer.
I slap Anderson on the back. “You are not going to believe what went down tonight.”
“It was fucking crazy,” Slater mutters in agreement.
I tell Anderson, “I’ll make a round of martinis and tell you all about it.”
Slater makes a sour face.
Anderson immediately barks, “You got a problem, kid?”
“Martinis are overrated. I’m more of a whiskey man.”
Anderson suddenly breaks out in a grin. “Well, now you’re talking my language, Surfer.”
He frowns when he hears the name. “Surfer?”
I smirk while I shake my martini. “That’s my pet name for you.”
“Mypetname?” Slater snarls. “What the fuck?”
Anderson smacks him on the back. “Now, now…” He hands Slater a glass of whiskey. “Don’t get your panties all in a twist.”
