“Yeah, it’s Sloan. I met your Callie Baby, was it?” I hook my thumb toward the door. “I saw her downstairs. She seems fun. Did she forget her pants up here?” I look around the room, scowling over how the cream fitted sheet is popped off of one corner of the bed. “I wondered if she forgot her pants because I don’t think that leather strip around her vagina classifies as a skirt. She really should consider hiring me to style her. Her footwear indicates she can afford me.”
