“Are you working from your office today?” Collin asks.
“Nah. I’m on the road meeting with new clients and then tonight I’m attending a cocktail party at a potential prospect’s big-ass mansion in Beverly Hills. Let’s hope it doesn’t end too late.”
“Sounds like you’ve got quite the day ahead. Can I convince you to come out with me tonight after you’re done with business? We always score big time when we work a room together.”
He’s right. We never have any problems getting laid when we’re on our own, but together, it’s almost guaranteed we’ll end up with a few girls who are very open to a threesome.
“Not a chance.” I shake my head. “I’m staying home tonight. You’re on your own.”
“You’re staying home on a Friday night? You’re such a pussy.”
“Whatever. Don’t forget tomorrow we have that big gala. If I don’t get some rest, I won’t have enough energy. We’ve been going hard for way too many days in a row. I need a break.”
Now if that little beauty with amber eyes is willing to give me her number, I’ll certainly forfeit sleep.
“Suit yourself, Evans. I’m still hitting a couple bars tonight.”
I look down at my watch. It’s already eight-thirty. “Let’s get out of here. My first appointment is in an hour and I still have to swing by my place to shower and get dressed. Breakfast is on me. Why don’t you go wait for me outside? I’ll be out in a minute.”
“All right,” Collin says, getting up and I do the same. “I’ll step out to call a cab while you pay and try to make a move on that waitress. Good luck.” He grins mischievously.
“Fucker.”
We both laugh.