Page 11 of One More Night

FIVE

Corinne

“Tell me everything,” Sarah breathes as we walk the block to work from the parking complex.

“There’s not much to tell.” I take a sip of my steaming hot macchiato. “He fucked me stupid and then kicked me out of his house.”

“Asshole.”

“Is it wrong that I want him to do it again?”

She grins, tucking closer to avoid collision with the oncoming foot traffic. “Nope. Did you at least get his number or leave him yours?”

I shake my head and pull in a deep breath. “He literally pulled out—” I hesitate until the guy walking past us is out of earshot “—and then asked me to wait in the foyer after I’d cleaned up.”

“What?” Sarah’s brow furrows. “I mean the guy looked like a cold hearted bastard, but really?”

“Really.” I shrug. “At least he splurged for a corporate cab.”

“Gee. Lucky you,” she drones.

I let her go first when we reach the revolving door that leads into our building, tucking my coffee close as I push around. I wore it once when my elbow caught the stationary part of the frame—not doing that again.

“We need to cyber-stalk the guy,” Sarah states with finality when I rejoin her in the lobby.

Clearly she’s had some time to think this over while we navigated the death trap.

“Have you looked him up yet?”

I roll my eyes at her. “What do you think?”

“And?”

“He likes flashy cars and showing off his wealth, it seems. Typical ego-driven ‘entrepreneur’.”

“Hey,” she scoffs. “At first glance you look like a wannabe fashion blogger, so remember that we’re not all what we seem at face value. Maybe that stuff helps sell his work, or something.” She frowns as we stop for the next lift. “What does he do?”

“How would I know? Something to do with technology. He hardly gave me the guided tour of his house for me to get any clues.”

“True.” She reaches into her purse and pulls her phone out, whispering when a woman in a pantsuit stands too close. “What’s his name?”

“Jordan.”

She winds her hand, indicating she wants his surname.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “He didn’t exactly tell me that before he ordered me to get on the bed.”

“Was it not on Instagram?”

I shake my head. “His full name wasn’t in his bio.”

“How did you find him then?”

“Chase follows him.”

“He knows your brother?”

My eyes widen at he thought of involving him in this. “No way.”