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She rolled her eyes. “Pig.” She pushed her crazy hair back. Two pairs of male hands had been decidedly un-gentle with her hair last night.
And she’d loved it.
Okay, she’d been pretty close to turbo fucked. If that was a thing. Maybe it was just West’s perverted male mind that had created that term. But even as she walked through her room, she couldn’t deny that her entire body felt different.
She’d figured her virginity was just a technicality. Not so much. She felt used and abused in the very best way possible. And if she hadn’t gotten weird with Tristan this morning, she might still be enjoying herself.
Except that Sparks had sneaked out, and now everything was just off.
“You sure everything’s cool?”
“What?” Juliet blinked out of her thoughts. “Yes, of course. Just a late night. Little too much fun.”
“Well, while you were having fun, we have had meltdown number three and four.”
She sagged onto the bed. “What now?”
“Today’s instigator was Molly. She thinks Mal is a thug, and I’m incompetent. Oh, and Michael is the devil’s spawn. It was a good day.”
“We didn’t even have a practice today.”
“We did. Why I was calling you, dollface.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. It’s tomorrow.”
“Lila got us a gig. So, practice today and tomorrow. We need to get a few of the newer songs down. Like the one Michael wrote with Elle.”
Juliet crossed her legs. “No wonder she’s bitching.”
West just arched a brow in question.
“Not her song. She loses interest if it isn’t one of the songs she wrote.”
“Meow.”
Juliet rose and crossed to the bathroom. She loaded up her toothbrush with toothpaste. “Eh, it is what it is. Like I love every song?” She brushed away the champagne and…the rest of last night out of her mouth. She still couldn’t believe all that she’d done.
Actually, even more incredible was the with whom part.
Sparks.
Randy Pruitt.
Tristan had been a nearly foregone conclusion after they’d met backstage. They’d been dancing around each other for a while, and last night, everything had lined up just right. When it came to him, all her girl parts lit up like the Golden Gate Bridge, but Sparks?
No, she hadn’t seen that one coming. At all.
Sparks was hot, all right. No problem there. She’d noticed how attractive he was, but she’d never thought he was for her. They were too different. Incompatible.
Now all she could think about was him taking her, with Tris right by his side. Or at her back. She wasn’t choosy.
She banged around in the bathroom until she found her floss, then rinsed the last of the funk out of her mouth with her travel mouthwash.
Flashes of Sparks’s face, his corded neck straining as he came on her—all of it was twisted around with Tristan’s possessive gaze. Tristan’s bold touch. Sparks’s reserved moments followed by moments of intensity.
All of it rolled around in her brain until she was pretty sure the X-rated kaleidoscope behind her eyelids was burned on the back of her retinas. She was also fairly certain she’d never be able to put it aside.
Ever.
