"Money must be made," purred the woman on his lap, tapping his chest with a long red fingernail.
Dennis's eyes darted around. "Are the drinks free then? 'Cause I'd really prefer to buy a drink first."
The woman tilted her head. "Which one?"
"The most expensive one," he blurted, as if paying more somehow made this respectable. She smiled, gave his crotch a gratuitous squeeze, and sauntered off.
"Prude!" Lucas called out without looking up.
"Horn dog!" Dennis hissed back. "Now I understand how you managed four concubines at once."
Lucas chuckled, and for a fleeting second, there was a nostalgic glimmer in his eyes. Those days felt like they belonged to another man. Another version of him before Ava. He hadn't been in love then. Just occupied.
Now, everything was different.
He glanced at the girl in his lap. "So, what's happening around here?" he asked smoothly.
"Fun?" she replied, wriggling her hips with such enthusiasm he had to stabilize her with both hands.
