Honor, on the other hand, was gladly taking the attention from the brunette, locking lips every second or so. “Somehow I’m not as impressed. Not even the strobe lights strobe” Beckett twisted his lips. The music vibrated so violently, the ground shook.
“Wasn’t it your idea to come here?” Honor’s eyes cloudy with daze. “You wanted to relieve some pressure, right? Grab a drink. It wouldn’t hurt to start a conversation.”
“I think I want to go to the house alone,” Beckett cleared his throat, completely turning his back on the women. He crossed his arms on the bar, adjusting his glasses. “I want to talk to her alone.”
Honor struggled. “I don’t fucking care. As long as she gets our fucking money.” he kissed the stranger again. “I don’t...care…”