Page 4 of His Flash Mate
“What can I get for you?”I asked with a pleasant smile.
“Your number.”
He said it so smoothly, like it had rolled off his tongue a million times.Why did that disappoint me?
Don’t be an idiot, Soph.A man whore is a good thing.They’re safe.
Nothing about this man said he was safe, though.
I rattled off my uncle’s phone number.It wouldn’t be the first time he got a call for me.Usually, when the guy hears another guy’s voice, they immediately hang up.
“Will you pick up if I call you?”
I started making a drink.“Someone will, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be me.”
The partial smile that had been teasing his mouth grew.
“It’s not your number, is it?”
“You won’t know until you try it.”I slid the drink I made toward him.“That’ll be twenty dollars.”
He handed over the cash without batting an eye at the inflated price.
I moved away to put the money in the till, let Uncle Jay know I was done, then rejoined Miranda, who dispersed her group of admirers at my approach.
“Didn’t vibe with any of them?”I asked.
“Not enough to do anything about it,” she said.“What about you and Mr.Angel?I saw you talking to him.”
Angel wasn’t a bad name for the guy.He definitely looked like someone born to be worshipped.
“Not enough to do anything about it,” I said, echoing her sentiment.
“So what are your plans now that you’re home?”
“Working here and making connections until I can land a business job,” I said.
“You have connections, you know,” Miranda said.“Wrenly can get you into Wulf Enterprises with just a pout.I’ve seen it.”
“Which is precisely why I don’t want to go there.I want to earn my place by building my skills so I’m indispensable.Using the backdoor to get in is just dirty tricks.”
Miranda’s immediate smirk had me rolling my eyes.
“No dirty back door jokes,” I warned.“And I’m serious about earning my way.”
“Okay.Then, if I see any legit openings—not in Wulf Enterprises—should I send them your way?”
“I’d be forever in your debt.”
She waved off my comment.“I need to pay you back for letting me use you as a money tree.”
“I thought we were getting matching handbags.”
“Only if we’re lucky.”
We toasted each other and drank until I was tipsy.Miranda, of course, was fine due to her shifter metabolism and switched me over to water as soon as she noticed.
“You’re my best friend,” I said with a grin.“Don’t tell Wrenly.”
