I hang up with room service, and literally as soon as I set my phone down on the couch, my doorbell rings.
I sit there for a second. There’s no fucking way room service is already here. I mean, sure they’re quick, but not that fucking quick.
I walk to the door and open it. Surprise hits my face when I see that it’s Victor standing on the other side.
“Hey, man,” Victor says breezily with a nod in greeting.
He walks past me, right into the kitchen where he proceeds to pop open a beer bottle, helping himself to my fridge while he takes a swig.
“Ah,” he says in a refreshing tone with a gulp. “That’s fucking amazing.”
I have somewhat of an open-door policy when it comes to Victor. He has a key, but he won’t use it unless he asks me first.
Unfortunately, that little setup can’t be reciprocated because he’s married with a bossy-ass wife and two annoying little brats.
I’m only kidding; I love his girls, but kids aren’t really my thing…or at least, not yet.
“So, how are things with you this morning? How was your night?” Victor takes another sip of the beer and sits down at a barstool at my kitchen island.
“Pretty good.” I nod and cross my arms. “Starting early, aren’t we?” I add, nodding toward the beer.
“That’s it?” Victor raises an eyebrow, ignoring my comment.
“What?” I chuckle and scratch my head.
“I don’t know, suddenly the famous Owen Wolfe becomes shy?” Victor gives me a knowing look.
“I’m not shy,” I scoff. “Just a little tired is all.”
“Why is that?” Victor smirks.
“Come on, dude, quit busting my balls already.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms again, fidgeting defensively.
“You know I like to fuck with you.” Victor chuckles before downing the rest of his beer.
“Dude, you really fucking finished that in a hurry,” I note. “It’s seven o’clock in the damn morning.”
“I was thirsty, okay?” Victor grins. “Besides, you should have one with me.”
“I might when my room service order arrives,” I say.
“I wish I arrived a few minutes earlier, and I would have ordered with you,” he says.
“Here’s the phone.” I hand him my cell.
“Nah, that’s okay. I can’t really stay too long.”
“Gotta get back to the ole ball and chain, huh?” Now it’s my turn to tease him.
“You know it.” Victor nods, too lazy and tired of me making fun of him for so long about his marriage.
“Does that mean you aren’t going to work today?” I ask.
“I have some telecommuting conferences later,” he mentions.
“Cool.” I nod.
“So back to things with you…” Victor drums his hands on the counter top. “How are things going with Molly? Do you have her wrapped around your finger yet?”