Shaking my head, my scruff brushing against her smooth skin, I say, “Nah, you won’t be punished the way you’re thinking. Looks like I just took another oath of celibacy.”
Rolling her eyes, Adalyn groans and leans back against the booth, melting into the seat. “God, of course you did. You sadistic bastard.”
* * *
“You’re going to take care of my boy, right?” Calder asks, holding on to Rachel to steady his heavily swaying body.
Cuddled up to me, like she has been the entire night—well, almost the entire night—Adalyn nods her head and pats my chest. “Consider this guy in good hands.”
“That’s what I like to hear. He’s a sensitive one, you know. Not a playboy. Takes his relationships seriously.”
“One of his best qualities along with how sweet he is.”
“And hot,” I add. “Don’t forget to mention how hot I am.”
“And modest.” Adalyn winks.
“You’re good for him.” Rachel presses her finger to Adalyn’s forehead. “I approve.”
“Me too.” Calder steps up and copies Rachel, pressing his finger to Adalyn’s head, who then proceeds to bow to both of them afterward.
Talk about a bunch of drunk assholes.
After bowing, Adalyn presses her finger to Rachel and Calder’s foreheads and says, “And I approve of you two as friends of Hayden’s.”
Clutching his chest like a dickhead, Calder let’s out a long breath. “Thank fuck, I was nervous she wasn’t going to like us.”
“Not like you?” Adalyn tsks. “How could I not like you? First impressions are everything, and the fact that I was greeted by boners and bras . . . that is better than a butterscotch candy from the Queen herself.”
“That old bird.” Rachel looks up to the sky. “God, I like her. Do you think she wears a bra to bed?”
“Totally.” Adalyn nods her head. “She’s got those puppies on lockdown twenty-four/seven.”
“Like the family jewels.”
“And she doesn’t let people take pictures of them just like the family jewels.”
“Ugh, you’re so right.” Rachel shakes her head. “What a shame, the money she could make on selling those photos.”
“Damn shame,” Calder states and looks at his watch. “Shit, it’s late. Hayden has a photo shoot tomorrow morning. Dude, you’re going to be bloated from all the beer.”
Yes. Yes, I am. James is going to be thrilled.
“Does it matter?” Adalyn asks.
Rachel cuts in, leaning toward Adalyn, gripping her forearm. “Adalyn, it matters big time. Have you not seen one of Hayden’s underwear ads?”
“Underwear ads?” Adalyn pulls back, shocked. “Tomorrow you’re going to shoot an underwear ad?”
“Uh, yeah, is that a problem?” I rub the back of my neck.
Studying me, giving me several once -overs, she crosses her arms over her chest and says, “Not a problem at all, as long as you know I will most likely be horny the entire time they’re shooting you.”
“Horny I can handle, jealous I can deal with . . . but mad?” I shake my head. “I don’t want you mad.”
“Why on earth would I be mad? Hell, I’ll be popping the bubbly, celebrating the fact that everyone in that room is going to be wishing they were in my shoes.” Standing on her toes, she presses a deep kiss across my lips, the flavor of tequila infused on her lips.
“Oh that was smooth.” Rachel slow claps. “Well done, Adalyn, well done. She’s a keeper, Hayden, so don’t fuck it up.”
