“Besides, she told us that her boss makes sure all the women who work close have a safe ride home that she usually uses, but tonight we will be there waiting,” Drake adds.
“I have to admit, that’s awesome. That’s a sign of a fantastic boss,” Santi says thoughtfully.
“And she’s coming back here?” Ezra eyes her bag.
“That she is. We are actually supposed to go shopping for her, but…” I trail off, looking at Santi with a wicked grin on my face.
“What does she need?” Ezra cuts in, huffing.
I shake my head. “Santi has it. What do you say, Santi? You want to join us tonight?”
He quirks his brow. “What do you mean?”
I shrug. “Seems our girl enjoyed last night so much she wants to see how it would feel to be airtight.”
Santi spits out the drink he had just taken. Ezra gives us an equally shocked look.
“She what?” Santi asks.
Drake rolls his eyes at me. “Our girl asked us to pick up a toy so that maybe she could fulfill a fantasy of hers. To have all of her holes filled. Naturally, we obliged.”
“You had sex with her already?” Ezra’s face is red.
He looks like he’s going to explode.
“Chill out, E. She was into it. In fact, I think she’d be into it if it was all of us. We felt her out, and it seems she even might have a crush on you, asshole.” Drake shoots him a glare.
“It doesn’t matter. She’s going to poison us. Mark my words.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
We all ignore him. He’s lying to his damn self, and it’s a shame.
Santi rubs his chin a moment.
“She’s going to be in for one hell of a surprise.” Santi chuckles.
“Just like I was when my phone was blowing up this morning,” Ezra grunts.
“Those were some pretty great photos, yeah?” Drake smirks.
“You should see the ones I didn’t post,” I tease.
Santi groans and runs a hand over his face. “I don’t even want to know.”
“Are you sure?” Leaning back, I reach for my phone in my pocket.
“I’m going to go take a nap to starve off this jet lag. Wake me up in a couple of hours?” he says as he stands.
“Done,” Drake tells him.
Santi slaps our shoulders as he passes by. “Don’t tear into them too hard, E,” he calls over his shoulder.
Ezra frowns. “I’m not that bad.”
“Are you sure about that?” I quip, making him roll his eyes.
“How was the flight?” Drake asks diplomatically.
“It could have been worse, I guess. They didn’t give out any food though, so by the time we got in, we were starving and had to stop at the first place we saw.”
