Obviously, he didn’t want to have a beer (or in his case, by the cocktail glass in front of him, I was again guessing a martini) and share about our day among the heaving throng.
I led Benny to Heath, and when we got to his booth, Ben guided me in first.
We barely stopped sliding our asses in when Heath asked, “Who’s this fucking guy?”
“My boyfriend,” I answered.
He leveled his eyes on me. “I thought I told you to come alone.”
“She’s not alone. Get over it or not. Call it now. We leavin’ or we stayin’?” Ben declared, and Heath glared at him.
Then he shrugged. “What the fuck, doesn’t matter. It’s gonna be all over the Internet soon anyway so everyone can see it,” he muttered bizarrely, then turned, picked something up out of the seat beside him, and tossed it across the table our way.
It was a manila envelope.
“What’s this?” I asked, reaching for it.
“Proof Randy Bierman is a total dick,” Heath answered.
“Need more to go on there, man,” Benny said.
Heath looked at me but jerked his head toward Benny. “Again, why is this guy here?”
“He’s Italian. He’s protective. He tends not to like me having a drink on command alone with guys who don’t like me much, so he’s here. Like he said, get over it,” I replied, having grabbed the envelope during that exchange. I flipped open the flap and started to pull out what was inside.
I shoved it back in and I didn’t even get a full look.
This was because what I saw was Heath sitting in a nice armchair, fully clothed, head thrown back, and Sandy was between his legs doing something that could not be mistaken, completely naked.
I barely got the photo shoved back in before Benny ripped the envelope out of my hand and sent it sailing back to Heath.
“You wanna explain why you’re givin’ my woman shit like that to look at?” he demanded to know, his voice not smooth, not easy, but rumbling and irate.
Obviously, he got a look too.
“Thought she should know she’s right,” Heath answered like it was all the same to him. I looked at his martini glass, which was drained, and wondered how many he’d had.
When he spoke again, I looked back to him.
“Bierman. Like you guessed. Told me to tell Sandy to keep her shit together or her consequence would be everyone across the globe knowing she has a birthmark on her ass. Also told me to end it with her. And last, he told me if my resignation wasn’t on Lloyd’s desk by Monday, that picture”—he jerked his head to the envelope—“was going to be all over the Internet.”
I did not get this.
So I asked, “Why does he want you to resign?”
“Because he’s a dick,” Heath answered.
The way he opened our discussion came back to me.
“Are you resigning?”
“Fuck no,” he clipped, and I blinked.
He was swinging Sandy out there.
What a jerk!
“You’re gonna put your woman out there?” Benny stated my thoughts, but he did it incredulously, like that idea was so foreign to him he couldn’t process it, and I remembered (not that I’d ever forget) how much I love Benny Bianchi.
Benny Bianchi had a lot of my love, but he would earn more in the coming exchange.
“I’m not lettin’ some twat strong-arm me into quitting my fucking job,” Heath declared. “And she’s not my woman.”
“Your dick been in her mouth more than once?” Benny asked.
“Not that it’s your business, but yeah,” Heath bit out.
“Then she’s your woman,” Ben decreed.
I grinned and leaned into him, wrapping my hands around his bicep and murmuring, “You’re so awesome.”
He tipped his head to look down at me. “Babe, you wanna focus?”
I kept grinning and murmuring when I said, “Right,” let him go, and looked back to Heath.
Heath was staring at us, and when he got both our attention, he announced, “I think I’m gonna throw up.”
“I failed to introduce you two,” I said, ignoring his remark. “Heath, this is my boyfriend, Benny Bianchi—master pizza maker, super protective Italian hot guy, and man who knows how to treat a woman.” I looked up to Ben. “Ben, Heath—a man who gives all us salespeople a bad name.”
“Jesus, I didn’t ask you here to give me shit,” Heath said.
“You didn’t ask me here at all,” I pointed out as Benny asked over me, “Why did you ask her here?”
Another shrug. “Colleagues and shit. She tried to do me a solid, I threw it in her face. She should know,” Heath told him.
“The guy tell you he’d give you the photos if you resign?” Benny kept at him.
“No. He said I wouldn’t see them on the Internet if I resigned.”
“He keeps it and knows you’ll fold, he pulls it out anytime he needs somethin’ from you,” Benny guessed.
“If I did something as weak as resign, I wouldn’t be around for him to blackmail me,” Heath returned.
“You’d probably go to another pharma and then who knows what he would expect from you,” Benny wisely pointed out.
“Then it’s good I’m gonna call his bluff,” Heath fired back.
“Resign,” Ben replied firmly, and Heath’s eyes narrowed.
“Dude, I do not know you. I didn’t ask you here. I do not want you here. And I sure as fuck am not gonna take career advice from you.”
It was then Benny lost patience and pinned Heath with his eyes.
“Right now, two Chicago wise guys are workin’ over the PI who took that picture. They’ll have all he has on you probably within half an hour so he won’t have it to hold over you. And word on this guy is, he’s a big fan of piggybacking his clients’ blackmail attempts. The next couple of days, the rest will be collected. You resign. Shit goes down. Things are explained, including why you resigned. A week, two, you’ll have your job back.”
Heath’s head twitched when Ben started talking, and he was staring with his mouth open when Benny quit.
He pulled himself together to whisper, “Fuck me, you’re in the mob?”
“Not me, not even close. But Frankie has connections, so heads up on that, I wouldn’t fuck her over,” Ben told him.
Heath’s eyes near on bugged out of his head and I had to swallow a giggle. Since it was such a big giggle, it wasn’t easy, and I almost choked on it.
But Ben wasn’t done.
“She’s got your back, and by that, I’m thinkin’ she more has the woman you won’t claim as yours back, but you get to enjoy that protection. Just resign. It’ll all be good.”
“How can I be assured of that?” Heath pressed.
“You can’t,” Ben returned. “You just gotta trust that not everyone in this world is an asshole out for themselves like you are.”
I couldn’t stop that giggle and Heath turned his scowl at me.
I waved a hand, forced myself to sober, and said, “Sorry, sorry. Inappropriate.”
“You gonna fuck me?” he asked.
“What I’m gonna do is make sure Sandy doesn’t get fucked, which means I have to do the same for you. So, no. I’m not gonna fuck you,” I told him.
Heath’s eyes narrowed. “You know why Bierman wants me out?”
“You aren’t gonna know that,” Ben took back the conversation, though I didn’t know, neither did Benny. But obviously Ben had made the decision that we weren’t sharing the rest with a jerk like Heath.
Heath looked to him. “Why not?”
“Your protection,” Benny said.
“That’s jacked,” Heath bit out. “It’s my ass on the line.”
It was then I knew Ben was done.
I knew this when he stated, “Okay, I’m hungry. I don’t wanna be here with you. I wanna be home with my woman and my dog, so this is the gig. It’s lost on you but bigger shit is at play here and whatever your part in it is small. So we don’t have time to jack around with you. You either trust Frankie or you don’t. But I’ll tell you something, you go in the office Monday morning without your resignation typed out in order to take the back of the woman who’s warmin’ your bed, you are not a man. You’re a dick, a weasel, and a douche. That play you make is gonna be on you. And it might not fuck with your head but I cannot imagine how it wouldn’t that the woman you toss right in front of the bus is gonna pay for your ambition and probably have men say shit and even do shit to her that she won’t deserve. It could even put her in jeopardy because they saw that out there.”