Erin's POV
I stared at the last message from Azure.
A(ss)ure: Finn will pick you up at nine.
I quickly closed out the chat as Rowan stepped into the room, fresh from a shower. “I’ll be working late tonight,” he stepped into the walk-in closet.
“Another big deal on the table?” I questioned, prying for information. I knew he wasn’t actually working late. He was likely taking Ophelia to dinner at some swanky restaurant far enough away that they wouldn’t get noticed. Or just going back to her apartment to f**k her.
Rowan turned around, his fingers working to button his dress shirt, “This deal puts last weeks to shame. And,” he smirked, “I had Abel find a cheaper distributor for the product, so the deal will be even sweeter once my name is inked on those papers.”
“Well, I hope it all
