Page 71 of Sticky Fingers
“I figured a beautiful woman like yourself had some plans,” he says easily.
My plans were Netflix and a bottle of wine, so let’s say yes, I had lots of plans.
“Smart man,” I say to him with a wink. “I suppose I can do Friday drinks also.”
“Lets keep it simple,” he says. “Why not the Clarendon Bar up on the 58th floor?”
I nod. “Sounds perfect,” I tell him.
He smiles and we bid each other goodbye before going to our separate elevators.
It’s a funny thing about this building. You never know what can happen. Paintings getting stolen. Malcolm Push banging the Condo Board President’s wife. You name it. When you have this many rich, beautiful people living together, truth is sometimes a lot stranger than fiction.
I’m going to have to go ask my friends in Clarendon Tower about this Taylor John fellow.
Because I’m going on a date!
Watch out, world.
Ashley has been unleashed.
