A grin involuntarily flashes on my face. This woman is impatient. "Not tonight, sweetheart. Tomorrow."
"And…you will be delivering it yourself, won't you?"
No. Fucking. Way. I'll have someone—preferably a good-looking soldier to do it. She'll have what she wants, and she'll have a good time too. I'm sure she wouldn't mind whose cock she'll be riding while she's high as a kite. She can party at The Manor—just not the one in Brooklyn. I'd arrange the Manhattan site to welcome her and show her the best fucking night of her life, probably call her once to let her know I've arranged it. So she can run along to daddy dearest and tell him I've taken care of her.
"I guess you'll be surprised." Perhaps I'll let two soldiers with her instead of one. I tip my glass in her direction.
She clinks her glass with mine. "I love surprises."
