Saint held the door for her, like the filthy gentleman that he was in his heart, and they went over to Satan’s, chatting the whole way. He was an easy person to talk to, she’d found, unpretentious, funny, irreverent sense of humor. She could see why the ladies loved him, and sure enough, despite the fact that it wasn’t even five o’clock yet, they’d barely cleared the door before two women launched themselves across the room at Saint.
“Hiiiii!” the one breathed, obviously a bit tipsy already. She hitched up her skirt, and Zoe knew – unfortunately and without any doubt whatsoever – that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Boughtcha a beer, handsome.”
“I did too!” the other one cooed, upping the stakes and unbuttoning her fourth button, which meant that her unsupported breasts were now legitim
