Page 95 of Rum & Coke
I started to walk away, but Gabe grabbed my arm, stopping me. “You’re just going to go in there asking where she is?”
“Yeah.”
“Play it cool. He thinks you’re asking about girls for S&R. You want answers, so don’t go in there guns blazing. You won’t get any info.”
I sighed. “You’re right, but how can I go in there, look this fucker in the eye, and not want to beat his face in until he tells me where she is?”
“You do know where she is, but you need his approval to get past his gate. Take this slow.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I’ll try.”
We walked up the stairs, and I knocked on the open door. The man I’d seen at the fight was sitting behind a heavy wood desk. “Yes, come in. Have a seat.” He motioned for me to sit. “Oh, I thought it was only one of you.”
“I’m just along for the ride,” Gabe stated.
We sat in the red, wingback chairs, and I had to hold onto the armrests to prevent myself from flying across the desk and pinning him to the wall. There were no handshakes given, and I was certain that if I touched him, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
“How can I help you two?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I work for Saddles & Racks, an escort service. I have a client who wants to—how should I say—have a lady present.”
Sebastian grinned. “You mean a threesome?”
I smiled back, though it was fake. “I can’t confirm that.”
He chuckled. “We all know what really happens.”
I shrugged. “Can’t confirm that either.”
He leaned back in his chair. “Then what can you confirm?”
I looked to Gabe briefly, and then back to Sebastian. “That I need a girl for a date with a woman client.”
“Saddles & Racks doesn’t have women escorts? Surely they do?”
“They do,” I stated.
“Then why do you need one of my girls?”
“Actually, I have a girl in mind.”
“Oh yeah? Which one?”
“Scarlett.”
He balked. “Scarlett?”
“Yeah. I’ve been in a few times, and I think she’d be exactly what my client would want.”
Sebastian shook his head. “She’s not available.”
“Oh?” I furrowed my brows. “Why not?”
“What’d you say your name was again?” he asked.
“I didn’t,” I stated.
We stared at each other, my blood starting to boil.
