‘And if anyone guesses who’s getting the blowie,’ says Sara, ‘they have to put a grand in the middle of the table.’
‘Ahh,’ says Hanne, ‘I love the way they just throw cash around like that. It’s kind of … sexy-sad, isn’t it?’
‘Well, that should be a nice quick bonus,’ says Wei-Cheng. ‘Pay for this lot, anyway.’ And she takes the straw from Hanne and bends to the counter.
‘Not for you,’ says Sara. ‘It’s a winner-takes-all scenario. And that winner is always me. Trust me on this.’ She smirks, and licks her lips.
‘Oh!’ says Hanne.
‘Well, we’ll see about that,’ says Wei-Cheng.
‘You don’t stand a fucking chance,’ says Sara. Licks her finger and wipes the marble countertop. Sticks it in her mouth, all the way to the third knuckle.
‘Honestly, I thought tonight was going to be much harder work,’ she says, when she pulls the finger out again.