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The “babes” Dragon has lined up don’t look any older than Brianna. Am I going to have to ask for ID?
“Girls, this is Jesse,” Dragon says, as the chauffeur shuts the limo door.
“You were fabulous,” one of them—a blonde with pink tips—gushes.
All four of them are pretty, but they’re not beautiful. Not Brianna Steel beautiful.
“Thank you,” I say.
“You guys are both so hot.” This from a goth-looking chick—dark hair, dark eyes, lots of eyeliner.
“Thank you,” I say again, as if I’m stuck on repeat.
We get to the hotel, and I feel like everyone is staring at me. As if everyone knows what Dragon and I are taking these women up to the room to do.
Which of course, everyonedoesknow. Our only salvation is that the people in the hotel weren’t at the concert, so they don’t know who we are. They’re paying us no mind.
Still, my skin feels itchy, as if their gazes are giving me hives.
We reach the room, and Dragon pulls out his key card and lets us in.
The blond girl frowns. “We thought you’d have a suite with an open bar and everything.”
“Afraid not,” Dragon says. “This will have to do.”
“I’m afraid it won’t do at all.” Pink tips girl leaves, and goth girl follows her.
The other two—both brunettes, one brown-eyed and one blue—don’t leave. In fact, they’re smiling.
“Well, that works out well for us,” Blue Eyes says.
And it works for me as well. Now I have an excuse to get out of this. What was I thinking, anyway? That I could be the guy who fucks women indiscriminately? That was my plan initially, and then Brianna happened. It was my plan for tonight…but…
“I’ll take my leave,” I say. “You can handle two women, Dragon.”
“Sure I can.”
“I don’t think anyone will miss me.”
Brown Eyes grabs my arm. “I’ll miss you. Please stay.”
“Sorry, ladies. I’m out. You all enjoy your night.”
I pull my arm away from her and leave the room without looking back.
I’ve got to get rid of this adrenaline somehow, and jacking off in my room doesn’t sound like the right thing. On a whim, I head downstairs to the bar. A drink may help, and then I’ll go back upstairs and turn to Rosie Palm and her five friends.
I get there and—
I stop in my tracks.
My sister and Brianna have just entered, each on the arm of Zane Michaels.
Oh. Hell. No.
I head right toward them.
“Maddie, Brianna,” I say.
