Chapter 3: The Venetian
“You can quit pinching me, Drew. I know I’m not dreaming.”
“A sunken living room in a hotel unit, Rahim. Can you believe this canopy bed?”
“Yes. Of all the things we’ve discussed, it’s one of the more believable.”
“I think my casino should have beds like this,” Drew said. The mattress was so comfortable, Drew wondered why guests ever left their rooms. “I hope I can have black crushed-velvet canopies. With jungle green accents. Hey! Let’s order room service. Burt always lets me.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“C’mon, Rahim, spending tonight with you is supposed to be the best night of our lives. Why are you so down?”
“I want you to quit.”
Drew shook his head. “Why would I?”
“This time when I watched him f**k you, I felt jealous.”
“But you and I have done so many three-
