Ides and Westin phone conversation from Chapter 18:
“Hiya, miss me already? Or did he need his ass wiped?” He chuckles.
“What did you give him? He’s not rousing,” I ask.
“Rousing? Around you? Not possible. That fucker’s always horny just thinking about ya.” More laughter.
“I’m serious—he looks half-dead. Did you give him something to put him out?”
“It was only a little bit. He kept trying to scream and struggle, and I was worried someone would hear, plus, you know I can’t stand the thought of anyone getting hurt,” he explains.
“What the fuck did you do?” My voice goes up in pitch and yet it goes quieter.
“I gave him the good stuff,” he says.
“Are you shitting me? You gave him date rape drugs?”
“Hey, he told me he’s fucked you a few times while you were sleeping. Time to return the favor, right?”
“Shit, Westin. He has to be hard for me to even be able to do something like that, and I don’t know how I’m gonna get that when he’s zonked out.”
He chokes on something—sounds like he’s drinking some fluid. “Shit, woman, you don’t know men very well, do you? Some stroking, some sucking, and it won’t matter if he’s in a coma. His dick won’t know he’s out of it.”
“You really are sick,” I say.