I typed back a sugar glazed line. I'm in a meeting, baby, but I'm counting every second until I see you. You're mine, hear me?
Send.
I stretched, my spine cracking sweetly, and scrolled into the hidden folder in my contacts. The label was a private joke only I would get. Suppliers.
Third name down. Two rings.
"Hey, gorgeous." I leaned my hip against the kitchen island, right beside the wineglass Elera had left behind, lipstick still pressed to the rim. I traced the crescent of red with my thumb. "It's been too long. Hour from now? No, not the usual place. Come to mine. My wife's out of town. Mhm. Wear the blue one."
I hung up and dialed the next.
By the time the wineglass was empty, I had two women booked before midnight and a third penciled in for tomorrow's dinner.
I looked around
