He snatches it from the table, trains his gaze on the screen, and smiles.
“Ed’s flying in next week.”
“Good.”
His phone beeps again, bringing a secret smile to his lips.
“What’s that?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.
“Nothing.”
I glance at him.
“Lex?”
Grinning, he avoids my eyes.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” he eventually says.
“Uh-huh... You know how much I hate surprises. This is not the time to fuck with me.”
“It’s nothing,” he says, placing his phone on the table.
“Why are you smirking then?”
Taking a long drag on my cigarette, I wait for his answer.
Staring at him, I blow the smoke to the side when he finally whips his gaze at me.
“It’s the escort I’ve hired for tomorrow evening. She just confirmed it.”
I flick my index finger up.
“The escort? Only one?” I ask incredulously.
He nods, amused.
“For both of us?” I ask again, looking at him as if he’s lost his mind.
“Yeah...” he murmurs, his lips dipping into a slow smile.
“Is this the fucking economy class?” I ask, all cocky, pointing at my luxury jet.
He breathes a chuckle.
“She’s a special treat. That’s what I was told. Plus, she’s enough company for the party, and this way, she won’t demand our time or attention.”
I study him for a moment.
“She’s an escort, for fuck’s sake. We’re paying her, so we don’t have to pay attention to her.”
He chuckles.
“What about after?” I ask.
“We can share.”
