Chapter 11
Sebastian smiled. “See you later.”
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Jack hadn’t had breakfast, so we went to the café at the hotel and I had coffee while he pretty much scarfed down a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, and potatoes.
“So?” He waved his fork at me.
“You really want details?” I asked, surprised.
“Well, they don’t have to be graphic or anything. How easy was it for him to talk you into bed?”
“Easy. Come on, Jack. I’m not na?ve. I’d guessed that’s what the invitation was about in the first place.”
“Me, too. Is that it or are you going to see him again?”
“Yeah, tonight. After the convention stuff. Dinner in his room. You can come if you want.”
Jack shook his head. “I appreciate it. But you don’t need a third wheel.”
“Jack, it’s not like that.”
“It’s exactly like that.”
“This isn’t an ordinary guy, though. How often do you get to dine with a famous actor in his posh hotel room?”