Hudson shrugged, those big, destructive shoulders moving in his silky polo shirt. “So don’t. Most of the rest of the building’s already RSVPed yes. Should be a great networking event.” He glanced around the empty office, raising an eyebrow. “Looks like you’re having trouble attracting beta testers.”

“I’m not having trouble attracting anyone,” Annika scoffed. Hudson gave her a lascivious smile. “Volunteers,” she specified, to which Hudson arched an eyebrow. Realizing how it probably sounded to someone with Hudson’s twisted mind, Annika rushed on. “Anyway, we don’t need your tasteless party to network.”

June darted her a what-are-you-doing look. They’d talked about it before, how they should network with the other people in the building. It’d be good for business. But in their experience, everyone who worked there had been completely antisocial, unwilling to sit through even a brown bag lunch. Free food! What kind of people refused free food?

Annika narrowed her eyes. “But we might make an exception in this case out of pure curiosity, just to see what kind of a janky-ass party you’ll be putting on.” She paused, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pretended to check her nails. “How’d you get everyone to RSVP yes, anyway?”

Hudson flashed her his cockiest smile, as if he took her question as a compliment. With his ego the size it was, Hudson probably took comments about the weather as compliments. “All the free booze they can drink on the rooftop, served by LA’s hottest models. Not many people can say no to that.” He winked and turned to go.

Ziggy looked at June with a hopeful smile. “It’s Thursday at five. So, will you be there, June? Because, uh—I’ll—I’ll definitely be there.”

June gave him a polite smile. “Yeah, sure. See you then.”

He left, floating down the hall as if she’d agreed to marry him.

Annika threw her hands up the moment the door closed behind him. “Free booze and hot models. Of course. Why does that not surprise me at all?”

June sighed and sank into her leopard-print chair, a dry-erase marker hanging from her limp hand. “Well, say what you want about Hudson Craft. He really knows how to give people what they want.”

Annika opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. What she’d been about to say to June was, “Yeah, he really does.” Because she’d been thinking about Vegas yet again. About Hudson’s mouth, and his tongue, the way he’d pulled her hair and kissed the arc of her throat. Too bad he’d turned out to be an idea-stealing asshole heading up the world’s most despicable app.