Drew smiles and sets a glass in front of me to pour. “We haven’t fucked. Not that it’s any of your business. But she’s definitely someone I want to be serious with.”
I can see that. Nodding, I lift the glass to my nose and smell the peaty, woodsy aroma before drinking a sip. “I know about that shit you pulled with Elizabeth Hartfield and Leighton Porter.”
He smirks. “So does Sara.”
I huff out a laugh. It figures that’s why she’d be drawn to him.
“We talked about it on one of our dates.” Drew leans against the bar and swirls his whiskey. “It’s actually how we met. She was at the dinner where it all blew up.”
“I heard you were the one that blew it up.”
He chuckles. “The guys wanted me to, and who am I if I don’t entertain at a dinner party?”
“Sara’s not like those others.” I look him over.
“I know. That’s why I want her.” At least he’s not ashamed to say it. That’s better than any of us.
“Are you exclusive?” I arch an eyebrow. This guy plays the field. It’s well-known.
“She hasn’t asked for it.” He drinks a sip and meets my eyes. His face completely serious. “But I’m giving it to her because I know not to fuck this one up.”
Makes sense. “But she isn’t exclusive to you?”
His grin slowly reappears. “I haven’t asked for it. She’s entitled to whatever pleasure she seeks out. But I’m in this.”
I nod in acknowledgment and hold my glass out for him to add more whiskey. When he sets the bottle down, I lift my glass to him. “May she get all the pleasure she deserves.”
He chuckles and clinks our glasses together. “I’m all for that.”
Sara
My pillow is hard and not very comfortable, but it smells absolutely divine. Male voices penetrate the fog of my sleep. What in the hell is happening?
I lift my head and stare at someone’s leg. Not someone. Dante. I’m wrapped around his thigh like he’s my pillow. I sit up and look around, but I don’t recognize the room at first. It’s definitely not my bedroom.
The stage at the other end with red scarves scattered over it makes my brain catch up. Oh, shit. I passed out at the strip club. I’m also on the bed with Dante, who’s sitting upright. What the hell did I do?
“What’d I miss?” I straighten and meet Dante’s amused gaze.
“You gave us a striptease that put the dancer to shame.” Finn laughs as my gaze jerks to him. “You should have plenty of dollar bills shoved in your panties.”
I pat myself and find I’m still clothed. I pick up a pillow and fling it at him, hitting him square in the chest. “Not funny.”
“It definitely wouldn’t have been funny at all, princess.” Drew stands over at the bar, sipping an amber-colored liquor. “But it would have been sexy if you hadn’t passed out.”
My cheeks flood with heat. I rub my head. How much did I drink?
Wyatt sits in a chair with his hands clasped between his knees. His dark eyes find mine and I’m caught like a moth to a flame. The others all hold my attention, but Wyatt pulls at me, makes me want so much more.
Closing my eyes to break the connection, I flop back on the bed. “Where’s Kayla?”
“She said to tell you she’d hit you up in the morning for details.” Finn laughs. “I like that one.”
“You can’t have her. She’s my friend.” I put my hands against my forehead as I stare up at the mirror above the bed. I didn’t notice it earlier, but why would I? It’s on the ceiling. “So, this mirror? Is it actually useful or do you just catch yourself at really weird angles?”
I prop up on my elbows and look around the room, figuring one of them would know.
“Anytime you want to play in here, princess, you let me know and I’ll make it happen.” Drew winks.
