“Hey, Kiddo.” Mike snickered as Maggie cursed in response. He could picture her hazel eyes rolling as he adjusted his cellphone on his ear, climbing into his Porsche. “Why didn’t you come to Andrea’s?”
“Ugh! You really don’t know the answer?”
“But we agreed to meet there.”
“No. You made that obnoxious suggestion, and I said whatever,” she corrected. “You know better than anyone that’s the last place I wanna be, even if it’s to see you.” There was an edge to her voice.
He grunted. “Okay. How about I make it up to you?”
“I’m listening.”
He grinned. “I’m having a party tonight at the AKA. Why don’t you come over?”
“You still live there?”
“Si.” He’d been calling his AKA Beverly Hills suite home for the past two years. After his father passed away, the mansion in Bel-Air was too big and lonely for a single man like him.
“Um… You know I never say no to that, but Kyle isn’t in town tonight. He doesn’t like me going to parties without him.”
His face contorted in disgust when he heard the name Kyle. That nineteen-foot bastard with the cheekbones of a model she met a month after Mike had gone to Europe to shoot Everlasting. The one she’d been with longer than all her boyfriends combined. “Kyle? That slick ass broker bosses you around now? What the fuck?”
“No, he doesn’t. He’s my boyfriend, and I don’t like to upset him.”
His fist tightened around the steering wheel. “So you’re not going to a party just to please some insecure boy who can’t trust you to go somewhere without him for a few hours? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Jealous much? Why don’t you get yourself a girlfriend?”
Fair question. One he couldn’t answer without having to lie to her. “Maggie, I got weed. Loads of it. You coming or not?”
“Well, when you say it that way…”
“I’m sending a car over at 9:30.”