“She was a model before she focused on business. She's thirty-one, by the way. Very conservative woman. But I don't get why she danced for us at Eddie's bachelor party if she's that conserved though,” Andrew said, doing that annoying pen-tap on my wooden desk.
He’d been talking non-stop since this morning, but everything that enters my left ear just exits the right.
Nothing's processing.
Fuck...
What the hell is wrong with me?
Sucking on my inner cheek, I took a deep breath and checked my phone.
I don’t even know what I’m expecting to see. But truth be told, I was hoping a certain number would pop up—maybe a call, maybe a text.
But nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Why the hell did she act all jealous and grumpy yesterday if she had a man to crawl into bed with that night?
Oh, right. S
