I opened the passenger door and slid into the leather interior. The heavy scent of expensive tobacco and Abigail's perfume filled the sealed space.
She pulled smoothly away from the curb, the Escalade silent and fast.
She looked at me from the rear mirror, her lips curled into a smirk. "You are glowing, did those girls give you solid fucks, or did you just successfully extract maximum labor value from them?"
"How do you know that?" I said, my voice sharp with alarm.
"You think you can run your little porn interviews in a room with a paper-thin door and I wouldn't know?" she mocked.
"Did Sasha tell you that?" I pressed.
She laughed, a short, smoke-laced sound. "You think everything is about that bitch, don't you? No, she didn't tell me shit. She stopped telling me anything ever since you told her that I'm Red Fucking Eye. I can make her tell me anything using other advanced ways anyway, but I wouldn't like ruining her beautiful unmarked body, so I do my own research now."
