Inside a luxurious private room, four distinguished men sat in quiet elegance. A singer softly crooned classic oldies at the front, the atmosphere perfectly relaxed.
Tim put down his phone and spoke in a low voice. "A few women are coming over in a bit."
Quinn raised an eyebrow. "What, the one you've got abroad isn't keeping you satisfied?"
Tim thought of the delicate flower of a woman back home and couldn't help but smile. That woman was impossibly high-maintenance—he was the one doing the pleasing, not the other way around.
"You've got it wrong. They're friends of hers. Just here to unwind. Show some respect."
Tim's gaze landed on Quinn.
Quinn looked annoyed. "Hey, why are you looking at me? Do I look like I'm short on women?"
Tim's eyes moved to the other two men in the room, the
