The door to the suite opens, and I jump to my feet. “Hey.” Titan’s eyes find mine, and he looks mad. Bones runs a tatted hand through his hair. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Titan growls. “But our plans have changed.”
“To what?” Luca asks just as Tristan exits the bedroom, pocketing his phone.
“The girls aren’t going tonight.”
“What?” Jasmine jumps up from the couch. “I wanna see all the sex.”
“Why not?” Haven asks.
Titan looks at me. “Because we no longer need you there.”
“But—”
“You’re not going, Emilee,” he snaps, interrupting me. “You girls will stay behind at the hotel tonight. The guys and I will go and find him on our own.”
_______________
“This is bullshit!” Havensighs from the couch. She’s lying upside down with her head hanging off the cushion and her legs dangling over the back.
We’re all on our third margarita. The sun set hours ago, and we’ve closed the curtains to the outside world.
“Luca wouldn’t even tell me what the hell was going on,” she adds.
After Titan and Bones entered the hotel suite in a pissy mood, the guys had a meeting. And after that, things were weird. Titan didn’t have much to say to me other than don’t wait up for him as they left the suite.
“What if we go out anyway?” I offer.
“I’m down for that,” Jasmine says, hopping off the kitchen counter that she’s been perched on eating flaming hot Funyuns.
“It’s only eleven o’clock. We can be ready and at the club by one.” I’m not sure where exactly the club is located or what New York traffic is like, but I think we could make it there by then.
“I’m in.” Haven rolls off the couch and onto the floor.
“You do know that the guys will be mad at you for going out, right?” Jasmine asks.
I wave her off. “I’ll deal with Titan later.”
“Where should we go?” I ask. Kink is out of the question since we don’t have memberships. I guess Tristan has connections, and he’s taking the Kings, Luca, and Nite to show them around as potential members. If Titan comes back saying he signed an NDA and paid fifty grand, I won’t get mad. I’m a Queen, for fuck’s sake. But since we didn’t go with the guys, we can’t get access.
“You know what is in New York, don’t you?” Haven asks.
Jasmine and I exchange a look and then shake our heads. “What?” I ask.
“Seven Deadly Sins. They opened one up a couple of years back.”
“Oh, yeah.” I nod. “I remember Josh mentioning it a few times. Jet runs the New York location.”
Haven is on her phone scrolling when she holds it out to Jasmine and me. “And look who is in town for the weekend working.”
“It’s Josh,” I say, taking the phone from her. She had pulled up his Facebook page. She became friends with him back when she visited me in Chicago. I never get on it anymore.
It’s a picture of him standing behind a bar making a drink. He’s looking up at the camera. He’s got his bleach-blond tips standing straight up. A barbell in his right brow and he’s licking his upper lip. The status sayslet me serve you.
“Fuck!” Jasmine takes the phone from me. “He’s hot as fuck. I’ll take one for the team.”
Haven and I laugh. “We don’t need you to sleep with him,” I say.
