Theresa stared at him. Threaten her? Threaten her? She would have laughed if it hadn't been so fucking ridiculous. On the other hand, she smelled Mafia. The Mob hadn't been a thing in Hollywood, at least not to her knowledge, but Sin City wasn't Hollywood.
She went up on her toes and checked the peephole, then opened the door to the man holding a frosted pitcher and two glasses on a silver tray. The bill was going on her client's credit card, so all she had to do was pay the tip. The door closed, leaving her and Mr. Nosy alone again.
"You want a drink?" she asked sarcastically, noting the way he'd just made himself comfortable. "You look like you could use an IV drip of something."
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She went up on her toes and checked the peephole, then opened the door to the man holding a frosted pitcher and two glasses on a silver tray. The bill was going on her client's credit card, so all she had to do was pay the tip. The door closed, leaving her and Mr. Nosy alone again.
"You want a drink?" she asked sarcastically, noting the way he'd just made himself comfortable. "You look like you could use an IV drip of something."