"Love letter," Tony explained, grinning brightly but letting his shoulders sag like this was a great weight he was meant to bear. He was irresistible, after all, to keep a thrilled flush in a million women's cheeks. Or was it a billion? In any case, it was with these two that he chose to spend his evening, and he wouldn't be dissuaded by anyone under six feet or without natural breasts. The pair of them being so rarely kind and accommodating and not a little bit devious like they usually were might have been going to his head. Tony's claim about the message wasn't entirely an exaggeration, though; if the document was indeed authentic, it might as well have been a Valentine. It was worth investigating, and, as long as the stars were lining up, sharing with his like benefactor, but maybe after he'd had the chance to make her laugh, maybe comb her hair instead of boring or distracting her. That would ruin his weekend.
To Jessica, he said, "Why would we need a club? I have the two sexiest, most breathtaking ladies from across the country and an Emperor-sized bed," which he doubted would actually get him any closer to realizing that fantasy, great birthday present or not, but suggested they focus on the flattery of it with an innocent smile. That was also useful for the maitre d', who cleared his throat uncomfortably as the trio approached, then welcomed them to follow him to their table.