Roomie Wars Box Set

“No calling Drew,” she yells over the music.

Before I even have time to sulk, Mia pulls some penis-shaped shot glasses out of her purse. She calls for the waiter to top us off except hers with only soda.

“Next game,” Mia shouts, her voice becoming hoarse. “This is called the ex-factor.”

Great, I bet you have to perform something. Thankfully, the alcohol releases any inhibitions I’d normally have.

“Zoey, since it’s your bon voyage, this game is to say farewell to the last man you had sex with before Drew.”

I spit out my drink. “Mia, I can’t do that.”

“You can’t, but I will.” She grabs my phone out of my purse. My reflexes are weak, so I sit and watch unable to connect the dots of what I need to do to stop her. I doubt he’ll respond anyway.

“Noah?” Gigi asks.

“Leave him alone,” I warn her, penis shot in hand while I drink it in one go. It burns my throat, my body shaking as it passes through.

“Too late.” Mia passes my phone back. Fuck, what has she done? Drew will kill me. He wasn’t exactly pleasant the last time Noah stumbled out of my bedroom.

I try to read the screen, but it’s blurry. It lights up a few minutes later, his response polite and flirtatious. Typical Noah Mason—always leaving you wanting more. I push my cell aside ignoring the message sitting in my inbox and enjoy the rest of the show.

An hour later, Gigi tells us she has to leave. With an early flight out of the States, she needs to catch a few hours of sleep before heading to the airport. We say our goodbyes promising to catch up when she returns next week.

Callie is the next to bail.

“I’m sorry, Zo, I’m so tired, and these new meds knock me out before midnight.”

“I understand,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her to hug her tight. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight. I miss this. I miss you.”

She nods her head with a genuine smile kissing my forehead and leaves our table to catch a cab back home leaving only Mia and me.

“I’m ready to go,” I moan, sleepy from the tequila and wine.

“It’s midnight.” She yawns.

“Exactly.” I laugh. “Past your bedtime.”

We make our way to the exit, through the crowd that has gathered outside, and safely into Mia’s car. I rest my head against the window momentarily distracted by my email pinging. I wouldn’t usually check it on a Friday night but decide to anyway. It’s a meeting request from Slater, first thing Monday morning with a new client that we’ve just won the bid for.

“Oh wow,” I gasp. “We just won the bid for The Newman Group.”

“That’s fantastic. Preparing the paperwork all week paid off.”

I read the rest of the email. Slater needs the contracts before Monday to cross-check a few things.

“Huh, Slater needs the contracts before Monday.”

“Wait, I have them in the back of my car. I was too lazy to take my bag out this afternoon. Why don’t we drop it off now?” she suggests.

“Because it’s midnight, Mia. The poor man’s sleeping.”

“Please,” she brushes off. “He’s single. It’s Friday night.”

She presses the button on her Bluetooth, and within seconds, the car is ringing loudly and hurting my ears.

“Hello?” he answers with a raspy voice.

“Hi, Slater, it’s Mia. Hope I didn’t wake you?” She turns my way with a smirk on her face.