My watch beeps with a reminder. “Guys, I’ve got to go.”
“Emmett, you just got here. It’s still early,” Marcus complains, and points toward the television screens. “You’ll miss the rest of the game.”
“I didn’t just get here. It’s been two hours. Sorry for being late, but I was working at the office and lost track of time.”
“On a Sunday? Man, you can do better than that. I thought you were the boss.”
“No matter what my title is, the work still needs to get done—one of the joys of owning your own business. I said I only had time for one drink and I’ve had two or was it three? Whatever. I’ve got to get home to call Lily. She should wake up soon, and I want to be the first to wish her ‘happy birthday’ before she has to go to class.”
“Where is she?” Scott asks, refilling everyone’s glass but mine.
“Paris. It’s a nine-hour time difference.” I check my watch and realize I need to hurry if I plan to catch Lily.
“Can’t you use your phone? Then you can stay longer,” Steve suggests.
“It’s dead, and I don’t have my charger cord. My laptop is at home, which is how I plan to Facetime her.”
“What if I came with you?” The brunette on my lap offers, then goes back to nibbling and kissing my neck. She whispers in my ear, “We can have fun after your call.”
Fuck. Her lips are convincing as her ass wiggles against my dick.
“What’s your name again?” I pull back, looking over her long, dark hair and blue eyes.