Chapter Thirty Seven
Irene felt horrified. “What?”
He took a sip of his beer, making her wait. “The guy up on the third floor. I seen you and him together. Seen the way you tease him.”
Irene slowly sunk back down. “Tommy?”
“You spent the afternoon up in his room. I could hear the sound of you f*****g all the way out in the hall. And there was the guy in the dining room, Mosca. I figure you were f*****g him too.”
Irene felt the indignation rising. “So you thought I’d be easy? Is that it? You’d just drop ‘round and rip off a piece of tail before flying home?”
Tommy lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Hey. If you’re dishing it out, I might as well get in line. You’re a fuckable woman, after all.”
Irene tried to clear her head. Fuckable. Is that what he had called her? “Okay Tommy, tim
