Page 45 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“At 6 AM in the morning?” I counter. “Everyone in the cabin was asleep—except for you, of course.” I take a sip of my own drink. Victory tastes sweet. “Don’t try to use Henry as an excuse. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Cash tenses his jaw and turns the other way. Why is he looking so pissed off? It’s just a game.

Eli and Knox also look pretty angry. They’ll never admit it aloud, but they’re all secretly pissed.

Tensions grow high as the three men flash glances at each other.

I sit back and focus on drinking my whiskey. Damn, it’s strong. Just what I need. I already feel the dark clouds receding, making way for clear skies and new opportunities.

Arousal thrums between my thighs as I watch the men drink in silence. Anger looks good on them. Adds some fire to their already gorgeous features.

I see a bead of sweat form on Eli’s brow, and my immediate reaction is to lick it off.

Now is maybe not the time, though.

“Never have I ever failed to make a girl come,” says Knox. He leaves his glass alone on the table.

That one seemed personal. How much do they know about each other’s sex lives?

Cash and Eli don’t drink, and another silent staring match unfolds.

I drink whiskey as the men continue to exchange hostile looks. God, I’ve missed drinking alcohol. I have to drink it at home, or there will be a picture of me taking a vodka shot the next day all over the internet. Not to mention, alcohol is horrible for your skin—so drying.

“You know the rules when it comes to alcohol consumption,” says my nutritionist, calling for an urgent meeting the next morning when I’m hungover. “No more than four units of alcohol per week.”

“Last time I checked, one vodka shot equals one unit of alcohol.”

My nutritionist doesn’t look convinced. “Judging from the photograph, it wasn’t your first shot of the night.”

No, I lost count as soon as I stepped into the bar. But how else am I supposed to get over Holden leaving me? Vodka is my only hope.

“You shouldn’t believe everything you see online.”

“No, I agree,” says my nutritionist. “But you should be aware that your entire life is online. You’re a star, Sienna. And stars are always being watched.”

I finish the rest of my drink and request a second from Eli, who hugs the bottle closer to his chest and shakes his head.

“Oh, come on,” drawls Cash. “Give the girl what she wants. She’s used to it being that way.”

“I do always get what I want.” I wink. “Which is why it won’t be long before you’re in my bed.”

“Whoa!” Eli shouts. Good thing I already stole the whiskey bottle from him. “Sienna, that’s a little⁠—”

“It’s the truth,” I say. “Of course, Cash hates me too much to admit how much he wants me. Which can’t be said for you two.” I flick my eyes between Knox and Eli.

Knox sits up straighter, with a shell-shocked look on his face.

God, this whiskey is going straight to my head. My body isn’t used to drinking so much in such a short space of time.

“Bitter people always lose out on the best opportunities," I tell Cash. “You wanna know why? Because they’re bitter. Bitter, bitter, bitter.”

He tightens his jaw and looks away. For the first time since being here, I finally think I have one over him.

“Okay.” Cash turns back to face me. “I’ve got one for you.”

“Please. Give me your worst.”

“No, no, no…” Eli intervenes.