Chapter 20
“This room feels like its own universe.” Sitting beside me on the cot, David leaned his head against the wall behind us, looking over at me with drooping lids. “It’s the Nick Lund effect. Everywhere he settles, he transforms, every single thing he touches, he consumes.”
We’d been acting up all evening, running around the empty restaurant, dancing, and drinking, before sitting down to a feast Nick had whipped up for us. Nick kept saying it didn’t matter what bottles we were dipping into and what food we ate, but I had a feeling he’d be in serious trouble tomorrow.
“You can feel his presence everywhere in this room.” David scoffed. “You think he’s f*****g his boss, that chef?”
Nick was presently on the phone with Chef Helen. I could hear him in the hallway, speaking low, his v
