Page 11 of Getting Down to Business

“I’ll take that under advisement,” he said before waving to an unknown person across the club and wandering off.

He’d tried two more times with the same disastrous results.

Finally at midnight, he thought he was onto something.

Desiree had just moved here from Miami.

“Thought I’d see what New York has to offer,” she said.

“It has me,” Gray said with a stupid grin. She smiled back. They chatted for a little while and she seemed like a fun woman who was struggling to find her way in the big city.

“Do you want to go back to my place? I have an early appointment, but that doesn’t mean we can’t party until it’s time to go.”

“Sounds good.” Gray nodded. She hadn’t said anything about it just being for one night. “Let’s go.”

He steadied her when she slid off her stool, noticing for the first time that she was a bit more drunk than he’d thought. Shit. He didn’t sleep with wasted girls.

“Hey, maybe we can just stay here and talk for a while.”

“No. No.” She slurred. “Do you know where we can score some blow?”

The word blow had made him laugh when Trent and Tiffany giggled like fifth graders the night before. In this sentence, however, he didn’t find the word amusing at all.

He held up his hands in surrender.

“And now I’m out. Sorry, that’s not my thing. You should call a cab.”

“Asshole,” she spat as she stumbled away.

He ran his fingers though his hair, or tried to until they got stuck in all the hair product.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered as he headed for home, cursing Alyssa unjustly for ruining his life.