CHAPTER 31
ARI
“So now you’re the girlfriend, huh? If you’d shown this amount of dedication to the job at Twilight, maybe I’d have kept you on.”
“I quit, asshole. Remember?”
On Monday afternoon, less than twenty-four hours after I’d feasted on Zach’s c**k at Surf 365, I sat in the passenger seat of Jankowski’s BMW, sipping coffee from a to-go cup. The car was a compromise—he’d suggested meeting in his hotel room, and I’d told him to go to hell. See how professional I was being? In my head, I’d told him to go f**k himself with a cactus.
And perhaps I’d have spoken my mind if I didn’t need his help. Firstly, he’d offered to take the Surf Star bottle to the lab for testing—he had better contacts in that field than I did, and he knew a guy who would rush it through the system—and secondly
