Chapter Eleven
“Where are y’all headed?” Showtime asked as he walked into the kitchen in his swimming trunks dripping wet. He opened his subzero refrigerator and rummaged around inside.
“Dreamland; I gotta appearance there tonight.” Treasure responded from where she stood beside Skylar and Tyson. “If you wanna come we can wait.”
“I’ll have to take a rain check,” he took a few champagne flutes from the cupboard, wedging them between his fingers. He’d already gotten the bottle of Belaire from out of the refrigerator. “As you can see, me and fellas have guests.” He nodded towards the glass double doors that lead to the outside, where Dead Beat and Keith was in the Jacuzzi with three bikini clad Brazilians. The tanned vixens could barely speak English but they were finer than wine. It looke
