“What the f**k are you doing?” I ask, looking him up and down.
He grabs the collar of his jacket and pops it. “It’s not every day you get an invitation to the Cathedral by a Lord.”
I chuckle. “He doesn’t want to f**k you.” Reaching out, I steal the joint from behind his ear, and he pulls a lighter out of his jeans pocket, lighting it for me. “I mean, unless he’s into that kind of thing.” I take a drag and close my eyes, holding it in.
He snorts. “I f**k women in the ass. I’m sure a man’s is no different.”
I choke on the smoke I was holding in my mouth, and he laughs, taking the joint back. “Pretty sure you’d be his b***h,” I say through laughter. “Not the other way around.”
Another set of lights pulls in, and a red Maserati rolls to a stop next to the Corvette. Jenks gets out of the d
