I tilted my head, looked at him, and foolishly smiled a little, "He's called—Daniel Carter, how about it... doesn't the name sound particularly classy? You definitely haven't met... him, he's very mysterious... very low-key."
"What a coincidence, I happen to know him." The man smiled again, then stood up and grabbed my arm, "Let's go, I'll take you home."
"You'll take me? Who are you? Why would you take me? Did Wennie Lane... send you? How much did she pay you guys to hire so many male models tonight? But you... came late, everyone's gone..."
"I wasn't hired by Miss Lane."
"Then you are..."
I hadn't asked clearly when his phone rang.
Then he held me with one hand and answered the phone with the other.
"Did you drink or not?"
"Are you sure you didn't drink?"
"Who did you leave with?"
"Alright, got it... mm, mm... I've got her."
I heard the man's intermittent conversation, but unfortunately, my mind was already confused and I couldn't catch the hint in it.
