If Fanny thought behaving like a mother would endear her to us, she couldn’t have been more wrong.
She strode back to the door, calling over her shoulder: “Magnum is expecting us, and he shouldn’t be made to wait. You have fifteen minutes before we leave. Don’t waste precious time cleaning up after yourselves. Staff will be coming in every day when the house is empty. Be dressed and ready or I’m taking you however you are.”
“What about breakfast?” Brady asked.
“The breakfast hour passed long ago, young man. If you wanted it, you should have been up in time for it. Magnum didn’t invite you here to—”
“Invite?” The five of us growled in unison, with differing levels of incredulity.
Undeterred, she plowed on: “You aren’t here to behave as spoiled rock stars. You’re here to … well, I’m sure Magnum will have more to say on that when we meet him.”
Halfway out the door, she turned back around toward us to clap her hands, like a fucking schoolmarm. I winced at the harsh volume.
“Come now! No time to dilly-dally. I for one am hoping every one of you will squeeze in a shower before we head out. It reeks of …” Her nose scrunched up. “…stardomin here.”
Then she stalked off.
“What the fuck does she mean bythat?” Layla muttered.
“Who the hell knows?” Brady grumbled. “Maybe she used to be a groupie or a roadie before she decided a life trailing after a rich asshole was more her style. Got up and personal with some stank ‘stars.’”
“I don’t trust her,” Hunt said.
Griffin’s hand trailed back down my bare stomach to settle across the dip of my waist. “Neither do I. But I don’t think she’s going to try to kill us, at least.”
“Maybe not,” Hunt said. “But Magnum has a whole team on standby she could delegate that fun task to.”
Layla sighed loudly, snaking a leg out from under the covers and sliding toward the edge of the bed. “Well, I guess we’d better get moving. Even though a part of me doesn’t want to just ’cause she told us to, I’m gonna hit the shower. After sleeping with these two lovebirds, I need a cold one.”
She glanced at Griff and me, and I plastered a look of total innocence on my face, the one that had many times convinced my teachers.
Her eyes widened and she chuffed an incredulous snort. “If you’re pulling out the ‘I’m a Goody Two-shoes’ look, it’s way worse than I was guessing.” Her eyes bulged. “Oh. Em. Gee. Are the two of you naked under there?! I didn’t even think to look last night before I climbed in with you! Was I part of a threesome without even knowing it? ’Cause if so, I’ll be super pissed. I’ve never had one before and I def need to be present for that bucket lister.”
“No, we’re not naked,” I snapped. “Obviously we’re not. Jeez. I can’t believe you’d think that of us, that we’d do that to our best friends. Come on.” I pulled at the strap to my camisole with a sharpduhtug. “Why would you even think that of us? Like we’d share a bed with you while getting it on …”
But it was like Layla wasn’t hearing me—or she knew us too well.
She gripped the covers and tried to tug them down to expose us. While wewereboth dressed, it wasn’t by much, and Griffin was still hard.
I clutched the covers like my life depended on it. Surprisingly, Griffin didn’t, like now that we were out to our friends he had nothing to hide.
Well, no one was about to see his stiffy before I laid eyes on it first.
Layla rolled her eyes. “Seriously, guys? You horny fuckers …”
“Hey. It’s not like that,” Griffin protested but as usual, she barreled right on.
“Now I need to rub one out in the shower before I’m ready to face the day. Horniness!” She stabbed the air with a finger in some kind of imagined victory. “That’s what Fanny was scenting like a freaking hound dog. I can smell it now, and it’s making me horny too. Thanks a lot, you two.”
“Lay,” Brady breathed on a shocked gasp, though he couldn’t actually be stunned. She was his twin after all, and Layla was just … like this. “What the fuck? Can you give it a rest with all your word vomit already?”
She grinned and stood, her feet next to the head of his mattress. “Nope. No fucking way am I gonna change a single little thing about myself to suit anyone else.”
Brady leaned forward and whispered, “Remember, they’re probably listening to everything we say right now.”
“I really hope they are.” She raised her voice. “Because they’re a bunch of limp-dick cocksuckers, gunning down a bunch of highschoolers like they did.”
She stopped by the door, mischief lighting up her face as she glanced at Brady, and I already knew a dig was coming.
