“Chuck, it’s Sweetcheeks.”
“Well, well, well. And to what do I owe this honor?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice.
“I’m sending you a very good john. If I hear he hasn’t gotten top-notch treatment from your boys, you will never get another recommendation from me ever. Got that?”
“I’ve got it, Sweets.” Jesus, I hated when he called me that in that tone of voice. “I’ll handle him myself, and I assure you, he will have no complaints whatsoever.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I told him what Thomas liked.
“And you say he’ll want a woman involved as well?”
“He mentioned Layla, who lives downstairs.”
“She’s taken over for Delilah, hasn’t she? I was so sorry about Delilah. She was good people.”
“Did you know her well, Chuck?” He’d been at her memorial service, but then so had every rent boy and party girl in DC.