His tie was scattered on the sofa, his suit was on the floor, and his shirt was tossed on the coffee table. It seemed he had ruined someone else's good time. Scanning around, there was no sign of Avery Jane, but it surely couldn't be another woman.
Joshua Hughes poured two glasses of ice water from the fridge, walked straight over, and heavily placed one of them on the coffee table, then tilted his head back to drink the other.
It's the coldest weather, is he showing off his good health? Alexander King disdainfully glanced at the man with the sour face: "You can't just leave Adam Matt hanging there, and there's Donna, I'm almost pestered to death by her; she calls a dozen times a day asking where you are."
Alexander couldn't just start by asking about Avery Jane's matter, so he found something else to talk about first.
