"Hello?" I said.
"Hey," a familiar voice said on the other end. "It's Susan. Anotta will be coming here tonight."
"Tonight?" I frowned, running a hand through my hair. "I thought she was—"
"She changed her plans," Susan cut in firmly. "Come here at nine."
"Fine," I said, tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear. "Nine."
"Good," Susan said, her tone sharp. "And do not—I repeat—do not have sex with her. Or your life would be over. So, as my company…"
I rolled my eyes slightly, smirking. "Got it. No having sex with her."
Susan let out a huff. "Oh, and—"
I groaned inwardly. "What now?"
"You didn't even bother to clean the room I 'rented' to you. Your—stains were all over the place."
I scratched the back of my neck. "Oh… right. Things got a little wild back there."
"I don't know how you do it," she muttered, almost exasperated, then exhaled. "Don't forget. Nine. Now, fuck off."
I smiled, shaking my head. "With pleasure."
