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"Against what rules?" I ask, chuckling.
"Against the rules of this boss with a benefits relationship. You don't get to tell me what to wear."
"Okay, then don't wear something sexy. Wear whatever you want." I grin. "But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay," she says with a nod.
"I'm looking forward to it," I say.
She licks her lips nervously and I head out.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Skye
I step out of the shower in my towel with my long dripping hair and head toward Elisabetta's room.
"Hey," I say as I walk inside. "What do you think I should—" I pause as I notice Elisabetta is on the bed with a strange man.
"Oh, sorry. I..."
"Hey," Elisabetta says with a wide smile. "No need to apologize. We were just relaxing. Tombstone, this is my best friend and roommate, Skye. Skye, this is Tombstone."
"Hi," I say with a small nod, pretending that this is the first time I'd ever seen Tombstone. I am grateful that this time he's not buck naked and neither is my best friend. They do appear to just be lounging around on the bed. I wonder if he knows about her experience with Radium.
"Hey," he says, sitting up and looking me over, and I'm suddenly self-conscious that I'm just in a towel. "Nice to meet you." He steps forward and gives me a hug. I feel him pressing me close to him and holding me tight for longer than is polite.
"Nice to meet you too," I say as I offer him another wan smile.
His hair up close is sprinkled with gray and his blue eyes are not as warm as I would've liked to have hoped. He's definitely older than I thought he was going to be. He has to be in his late forties. I wonder what Elisabetta is doing with him.
"So what was your question, Skye?" she asks, as if everything is perfectly normal.
"I was just going to ask you what I should wear for my fun night with Kingston this evening," I say, blinking at her. "I don't know what we're doing, but he said make sure I am wearing something sexy and relaxed."
I lick my lips nervously. "But I don't want to disturb you. I didn't realize that Tombstone was going to be here."
"Yeah, well, when you told me you had a date, I was like, I don't want another Saturday evening by myself." She grins. "So I asked him what he was doing."
"And I decided to come on over," he says, nodding. "I figured I couldn't let a beautiful woman like Elisabetta spend a Saturday evening alone."
"How very gracious of you," I say politely, though I really want to roll my eyes.
"I try," he says. "Plus I got a little something for us to share tonight." He looks over at her and she looks excited.
"What?" she squeals. "Tell me.”
Is he about to propose to her? Is he as crazy as I think he is?
"I don't know. Is your friend here a narc?"
I raise an eyebrow. "A narc? Why would I be a…wait, you brought drugs?"
I stare at him, then look at Elisabetta. Please tell me she’s not going to encourage this guy.
"We don't do drugs."
"Oh, chillax, Skye," she says. "What did you bring? Not Molly. I don't do Molly. It gets people way too fucked up."
