Alana doesn’t look amused.
“But you’re wearing his shirt… and nothing else.”
Effa shrugs. “There was no way I was sleeping in that leather dress. But I swear, nothing happened.”
Wait. What?
I hold up my hands. “Okay, whoa. What rule? What the hell are you on about?”
Alana and Effa glance at each other.
“You’re crew,” Effa says bluntly. “You could’ve had any of us if you wanted… but we made a pact.”
I blink. “What?”
She shrugs. “It is what it is. We need you, Mercs. And we didn’t want to mess things up.”
Alana adds, “That’s why Luke’s so pissed. You’re crucial to this tour.”
I frown. “What if something had happened?”
Effa smiles faintly. “Then I would’ve stopped it.”
That hurts more than I expected it to.
“So this is it then?” I ask, crossing my arms. “No matter what happens, we don’t go there?”
I shake my head. “You girls are nuts,” I mutter. “Like balls-to-the-wall, asylum-level crazy.”
Effa grins. The girl actually grins at that.
She seriously needs to stop taking insults like compliments.
“Mercs, I get it,” she says. “But let’s be real. You’re not the type of guy who’d want to sleep with any of us anyway… are you?”
What the hell kind of trap is that?
I dodge. “How about we forget all this sex talk, you go back to your hotel, and we pretend none of this happened?”
Effa’s smile fades.
Completely.
She steps back, hurt flickering in her expression. “Yeah. Sure. You stick to your world, I’ll stick to mine. Sorry for trying.” She turns, walking barefoot toward the door in nothing but my shirt.
I should say something.
Apologize.
But I freeze.
“Effa,” I call as she reaches Alana.
“It’s fine,” she says, not turning around.
Then she disappears down the hall.
“Shit.”I drag a hand through my hair. “Shit,” I mutter again.
