“Sooner than later.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, and carried his leather loafers out of my bedroom, vanishing from my bedroom for the time being, until I was able to see him again. 26: Dazzled
12:22 P.M.
Lund’s Sports Bar
“We’re both quite flexible,” Francine admitted, serving me a third vodka on the rocks. Her goal was to get me drunk and send me off in Beckley Roarke’s arms, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted with my body.
“No more drinks,” I said, pushing the third vodka to her side of the bar. “I have some work to do. Pictures need to be uploaded to my editor.”