“Yeah, Mom. I do. But she’s only a friend right now.”
“Well, maybe she’s meant to be something more, Flynn. When are you seeing her again?”
“Monday. I’m meeting her to discuss work.”
“Maybe you should discuss pleasure too, but that’s all I’m saying. Now, when are you going to come to see me?”
“Soon, Mom. I’ll make arrangements soon.”
“Okay, my darling. Speak soon.”
She ended the call.
I sat back on my couch, still feeling perplexed. Maybe it had just had a delayed reaction? There was a chance that she’d woken up unable to re
member anything. I pressed the number I’d been given for her business cell.
“Serena Ripley.”
“Hey there, it’s Flynn.”
“I know, your name comes up on my screen.”
“Yeah, well I like to be polite. I just wondered how you were?”
“My head’s still sore, although several coffees have helped. Unfortunately for me though, I had to work, so what can I do for you? Or is that all you wanted, to check on my welfare?”
“Yeah, that’s all. Oh, did you make me an appointment to come see you Monday with the photos?”
“Shoot. I forgot. Give me a second.” I heard her type into her laptop.
“11am, Monday.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
“Flynn?”
“Yeah?”
“I said I wouldn’t say anything about the role play and I meant it, if that’s what you’re really ringing for.”
Fuck.
“No, I trust you. I was just calling to check on your welfare. Only I kinda like you. You’re growing on me.”
“You’re growing on me too.”
“See you Monday then.” My voice had dropped an octave.
“Monday at 11am.”
The line went dead.
Chapter Twelve
Jayden
Me and Smith had fucked up last night, literally. I might not have the same problem as Smith, but I think the mix of sex and alcohol was something I found too hard to resist. Maybe I needed to go cold turkey like my friend had. Though the four of us were close, it had always been me and Smith, the wild boys, versus Carter and Flynn, the more sensible of the two.