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“What’s on it?” I cautiously inquire, not sure I want to find out.
He shakes his head. “I didn’t look, but I’ll get it.”
“What is she doing here?” Quin mumbles from the hallway. “And why does it smell like a trash fire in here?”
“Because you’ve fucked up your scent receptors from all the coke you snort,” I pop back before I can stop myself.
“This is a nightmare, isn’t it?” he says, pinching his arm. “Turns out, I’m traumatized.”
I sigh at his dramatics and mutter to myself, “Aren’t we all?”
“It talks,” Quin snarks. “But does it have two faces? Where are your teeth, monster?”
“It has three faces and gnashing teeth sharp as blades,” I theatrically recount. “Run, little sheep, before I get hungry.”
He frowns at me. “That’s creepy as fuck. Now I know this is real. I never dream shit like that.”
“Okay, children.” Riot softly calls, as if he isn’t the biggest instigator in the room. “Gem and Ezra have had a long night. You can go back to sleep.”
“Are you okay?” Quin asks his brother.
“Fine,” Ezra tells him. “There was a fire, but we got out.”
“Fuck, dude. Were you in the kitchen?”
Ezra glares at his brother. “No. Someone else started it. Not me.”
“If she crushed my car for her drugs…” Quin blows out a heavy breath. “Imagine what she’d do to you for fucking up that overpriced apartment.”
Riot smirks at me. “What would you do, Gem?”
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I acknowledge.
“Actually, I want to know. Maybe I can be of some use.”
“The first thing I would do is keep you out of it.”
“Yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “Sure you would.”
Quin’s gaze bounces between the three of us, then he points at me. “So, she’s staying the night?”
“I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning,” I tell him, trying to be nice so he’ll go the fuck away.
“But she’ll be back on Tuesday and Wednesday,” Riot adds, then glances from me to Ezra. “And maybe Thursday.”
Quin sighs. “Just so you know, I’m charging you a thousand dollars a night.”
Okay. Being nice to him is going to be impossible… Like catching bullets with your teeth. Again, the urge to shoot him rockets through me. But this time, I don’t have a gun in my hand.
“Will you also turn down my blankets before I come home?” I ask, grinning at Quin. “And leave those little mint chocolates on the pillows? And fold my towels into animals when you come in to clean?”
“Don’t forget the complimentary soaps and coffee,” Ezra suggests. “For that price, he should leave specialty oils or bath bombs.”
“If I ask for an upgrade, does my room come with champagne?” I continue.
“A mini bar, at least,” Riot tells me, then turns to Quin. “Right?”
I nod. “And hopefully a picturesque view of the mountains to enjoy at dawn and dusk.”
