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Chelsea shook her head. “I don’t get I. Fire his own son? Why would he do that?” She stood abruptly. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Small bladder,” Gwen nodded after Chelsea. “If his dad is that angry, was this break-up sex then?”
That question shook my world for a moment. Had it been? “No. That was a week ago.” I was positive break-up sex had to be defined as a single time or a weekend or something. I’d read it somewhere authoritative.
“And you’ve been hot and heavy since then?” she guessed.
I felt the heat in my cheeks as I recalled some of the places we’d done it. “Uh, huh.”
“And you’re enjoying being with him?”
I couldn’t keep from smiling. “A lot.”
“Be careful. His reputation is…”
“Pretty bad,” I finished for her. “I know.”
“The Shark of Wall Street,” she quoted from memory has razor sharp teeth, he’ll eat you alive, he’s fearless, as mean as they come, and as compassionate as a great white.”
“I’ve heard it all,” I admitted. “Except I haven’t seen that side of him. He’s not that way with me.”
Her look shifted to something I couldn’t place. “And it’s just hot sex, right?”
I looked away toward the restrooms wondering how soon Chelsea would return.
Gwen placed her hand on mine. “Tell me you’re not falling for him.”
Was I? I blinked away the mist in my eyes. “Of course not. He’s a player and he’ll move on after this little project of ours is complete.”
A sharp pang lodged itself in my gut. I canted my head toward Chelsea’s empty seat. “What happened to her?” With eyes that looked like she’d cried all night and already one drink down the hatch, something other than hearing about me and Evan was bugging Chelsea.
Gwen lifted her glass. “I’m guessing it has to do with Yates.” Yates was Chelsea’s boyfriend of the last half year, that neither of us were thrilled with.
“You’re not getting out of here without more details.” Gwen interrogated me some more about Evan and I told her about pizza and the check that Evan said removed his leverage so that I could be honest.
“A million bucks?,” she said too loudly for my taste.
I put my finger to my lips and looked around. Nobody seemed to have heard her. I nodded.
“You’re sure? A full six zeros?” she whispered.
“Iaman accountant.”
She blew out a long breath. “Rip his buttons off? That’s a perfect comeback. I’ll have to remember that line.” Her gaze held mine with intensity. “Just enjoy the ride and remember to be ready for the end. He’s a player. He’ll move on.”
I nodded along. It was a truth about Evan that had been documented over and over again in the tabloids. I might not think of him as the devil anymore, but that didn’t make him a saint.
When Chelsea returned to the table I shifted topics. “Now that we’ve dissected my life. What happened to you.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I moved back home yesterday.” Her voice came out as a squeak.
I reached for her hand. “Oh, sweetie what happened?” I had my suspicions. I had never liked Yates. I mean, a Yankees fan? Really?
Chelsea had moved in with him, a guy that neither Gwen nor I were enthusiastic about. Yates had been a rebound hookup after her with the prior dipshit. It wasn’t the first time she’d fallen for the first warm body to take an interest in her.
But, who was I to judge. Until Evan it had been a over a year since I’d woken up to a warm body next to me. Maybe her way would have been better. I’d settled for Thor, she’d had Yates. At least Yates could carry on a conversation or pick up some ice cream from the bodega.
“What did he do?” Gwen demanded. “Do I need to beat him up?”
