The answer came in the tightening of Rosario's shoulders and the way her arms unconsciously curled close to her stomach again. Tell Cam and Chicky? No! She couldn't. She didn't even have a handle on how she felt about this, she couldn't deal with, with— fuck— How were they gonna react to something like this? Camino already called her a snob. And Chicky? She'd probably go hunting for Archer on Instagram and try and become his new best friend.
"Maybe," she said, looking down at the bed with a noncommittal frown. "I need information first. There's too much stuff we don't know."
It wasn't not true. Right now, she knew precisely three things about Mr Dubai: one, he Archer's dad; two, he was fuck-you rich; and three, he'd been in Archer's frat in the nineties. She was working with an incomplete data set, she couldn't decide anything off of that!
Rosario needed to know more. Once she had a bead on who this guy really was, then she'd be able to figure out what to do.