Chapter 19

“You’re a very bad boy, young man,” he raised his bottle at me and shook it back and forth in slow motion, the whiskey sloshing inside. “Shame on you.”

I stood a few feet away from him, watching him sway. I was almost surprised he didn’t slide off the edge of my bed and onto the floor. He kept his balance, somehow half sitting and half standing. I asked him, “What are you talking about?”

“Breaking our boss’s heart. That’s what I’m talking about.” He hiccupped, wiped some spittle from his mouth with the back of his hand, blinked at me a few times, and continued: “He was looking for you all evening. The man was pacing and you had him in a spin. And I’ll bet you were out whoring around. Getting cock. Riding some dick.”