No calls, no meet-ups,” Carrie asked in annoyance the moment she entered my room. “I was busy with some important work,” I replied. I knew she was going to tear my reply down soon. “By something you mean entertaining Tristan?” She gave me a malicious smile to make it sound more dirty. She opened my refrigerator to take out the wine I always had there. She prepared one glass for herself and gave another to me. “I bet he must be over-satisfied by your moves by now.” I threw a pillow at her. “You jerk. I wasn’t giving him lap dance. I was working my ass off in training.” “And after that? Did you work it more? For your toy?” She winked, still with a dirty smile. “He is not my toy, Carrie.” I clenched my teeth together. It was three days ago I’d slept with him, but we were not training because of his injury. “You can’t fool me, Nikki,”
