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would kill me and he’d have a point. There is plenty of room but the thought of sharing a room with that chick—”
    “Why don’t you just take my guest room then? I mean, until we leave? That way you get privacy and your cousin can take your room. We have a lot of planning to do and my work schedule is, unfortunately, pretty hectic next week. We can agree to meet up at O’Shaughnessy’s or talk when I get home from work? Might as well get used to one another’s company now since we’ll be seeing a lot of one another soon,” he explained in a rational tone.
    It was a great idea but the thought of spending more time within this hot-blooded male’s presence was enough to make my heart beat double-time.
    “Or…I can ask your cousin if she’d like to stay with me?”
    God no!
    “I don’t mind staying in your overpriced condo,” I responded in a nonchalant voice. “I mean, you bring up a good point and besides, I don’t need my trip ruined because you decide to fuck Aubrey and she does something you would blame me for so it just works out better this way.”
    Colin turned toward me as we sat at a red light. “And you’re not worried about Drew?”
    “No because she’s tried that act on him and he turned her down so fast he made the Airbus seem slow. Seriously, he is so not interested in Aubrey like that.”
    He snickered and I tried to concentrate until we pulled up to the club. I’d called Aubrey moments earlier and she walked out of the Last Supper Club like she owned the place. As usual, she was dressed to the nines, tonight in scarlet Alexander Wang leather and knit sleeveless dress which contained a high neckline but her medium-sized natural breasts were still perky enough to warrant attention with the NHOs she was working in the worst way. Her long legs, the perfect shade of pale olive, were smooth and gorgeous while her feet were encased in a pair of silver and gold Tribute Sandals.
    Despite perpetual homelessness and the inability to spend money in any way considered responsible what so ever, my cousin was never seen in anything other than Tributes in all shapes, colors and designs. Apparently, she kept a storage unit in the city for her shoes and clothes as they were worth a fortune alone.
    Everything Aubrey wore had to be designer, from La Perla lingerie to dresses, jeans, skirts, sweaters and blouses by all the major fashion houses. She didn’t own a pair of shoes that hadn’t cost her at least seven hundred dollars. Like the fictional Sex & the City character, Carrie Bradshaw, my cousin could live without a lot of things but designer clothes and shoes weren’t on that list she kept in her head.
    Speaking of hair, despite a lifestyle of hard-core partying, smoking and drinking, she had the most gorgeous raven locks a woman could ask for. Slightly wavy with the perfect tousled look, her hair reached just past glamorous shoulders and appeared bright and healthy. Her dark hair complimented fair olive skin, the most gorgeous blue eyes with a strange violet-tinged ring around her pupils that of course not only mesmerized men but pretty much guaranteed her pert nose, high cheekbones, and luscious full lips were in stunningly good company.
    Next to Aubrey, I was just a normal looking chick who could pass for attractive and cute but my cousin was a gorgeous and captivating woman men wanted to possess and women desperately wanted to emulate. She’d lucked out in the looks and body department even if she had obviously suffered in other parts of her turbulent life.
    “Stop drooling, Colin,” I murmured as she ran towards us in her Yves Saint Laurent heels and hopped into the back.
    “Thanks, Deirdre. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t picked up your phone,” she greeted before she leaned over the seat and kissed my cheek.
    “You would have managed somehow,” I replied not quite keeping the sarcasm out of my tone. “Listen, this is Colin, a friend of Drew’s. Colin, this is my