He nods, pats my shoulder, then pauses when I glance at his hand. Slowly, he withdraws it. “I don’t like you, but you’re good for business.”
I shove the cash in my pocket. “I don’t like you either, but you pay well.”
I turn and leave. Xero’s one of those guys who flunked a semester too many times, dropped out, but somehow still lingers like a parasite. He runs a ring full of failures like him, and it’s best to deal with people like him once and only when you really need to.
Turning the corner, someone suddenly pops up in front of me and I instantly halt. “Allison.”
Her scent wraps around me, just like dessert, like something you’d want to inhale forever, and I almost lose my focus.
She crosses her arms over her chest, though it does nothing to hide the cleavage practically spilling
