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But Denver didn’t say that, because she didn’t know if her own recent dalliance was coloring her perception more romantically than usual. She definitely hadn’t noticed any sparks between Mal and Elle before, just general malcontent. But tonight, damn if they weren’t firing up in all directions.
Or else she was as horny as fuck and seeing dongs and hearts. Stranger things had happened.
“Guys are weird,” Denver said.
There. That was safer than ruminating on Mal possibly crushing on Elle. The only crushing that dude did was of bones.
Anything else was beyond the realm.
“You can say that again.” Elle let out a long sigh. “I really missed sex.”
“Girl…” Denver began, and Elle glanced up, a faint blush tingeing her cheeks. “I feel you. So much. Being stuck on a crowded bus with all these hormones and not getting any dick is a special kind of hell.”
“It is. I’m not one for one-nighters either. At least I didn’t used to be. Maybe I need to go on Tinder or something. See if I can make me a match.”
Denver patted Elle’s leg. “Now you’re talking. But no rebounds. Give it some time first so you don’t jump on the first limp wang that crosses your path.” Elle giggled and Denver couldn’t help smiling in return. “Let’s go back to your hotel.”
“Really?” Elle asked. “You’ll come hang with me for the rest of the night?”
Denver couldn’t help warming at the invitation. Elle was such a sweet soul. How she’d ended up in such a remarkably cold business, Denver had no clue. “Sure. We can trash talk men until you fall asleep.”
“I’m not that tired.”
“Then we’ll trash talk men until sunrise. Which isn’t all that far away.” Denver barely managed to smother a yawn.
What a frigging night.
Denver called the driver to come pick them up and left Elle on the sofa playing with her phone while she went back to tell Mal she was taking off.
“I heard,” he said shortly.
“You cool being here alone?”
“No, I’m scared. Can you call my mommy? She’s probably recovering from a nose job in Burbank.”
Denver had to laugh. “You’re a serious dick, dude. And now that I’ve felt it, I know that’s the truth in more ways than one.” She winked at him and left him chuckling.
Imagine that.
“Ready?” she asked Elle.
“Sure thing.”
They’d just gotten settled in the SUV back to the hotel when Elle asked, “You touched Mal’s dick? Really? Ugh.”
Denver just shook her head and laughed.
Chapter Nine
Someone was knocking on the door. Insistently. Not getting the message that, hello, it had to be fucking late—or early, depending on your point of view—and he’d left the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door for a reason.
Hard to brood in private if people refused to stay away.
Ryan rolled over and opened a bleary eye as he checked his phone. Past four. Jesus. Whomever was knocking must either have the wrong room or have a serious issue.
He kicked away the tangled sheet and climbed out of bed before padding to the door. He’d showered and put on boxers to sleep in. Even the AC couldn’t combat the damn heat.
At the next knock, he grunted and undid the locks. It was a fancy hotel, but no one could be too safe. Especially when they were becoming more well-known and groupies and paparazzi seemed eager to get a piece of them in whatever manner they could.
