I flip my head, knocking my hair out of his reach. “I suppose not. I’m sureJennawill enjoy the benefits tonight.”
“Jealous?”
“As if,” I scoff.
“It could be you in my penthouse tonight.”
“The room would be awfully crowded.Jennahas two friends she plans on bringing with her.” His eyebrow raises, then he shrugs. Before he can make another crude remark, I continue, “Look, thanks for the ticket. We can discuss the show tomorrow. I’ll be at your place—yourhouse—at nine o’clock sharp. Be ready.” I turn on my heel.
As I walk away, Jenna and her two friends sidle up to Ozzy. Behind me, he calls out, “Keep the towel.”
I stop in my tracks, flip it over my shoulder and continue straight out the door.