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She wasn’t giving up that easily, though.

She continued staring at his crotch, tilting her head. “A grizzly dick, huh?” she asked interestedly. “Is it hairy?”

“Totally covered in fur,” he replied without missing a beat. He lowered his voice. “I might let you see it, if you’re a very…bad girl.”

Whoa. Okay. Sexy voice going straight to her hoohah. She had to discourage this right now.

“Seriously?” she said. “You think I’m going to beg to see your hairy monster wiener?” She shook her head. “In your dreams.”

She grabbed a pair of jeans from the vanity bench and shimmied into them, turning so he got a good look at her wiggling ass. Take that, Bonerguard.

He was watching, too. She could tell.

She was just reaching for the zipper on her jeans when Harrison appeared in the doorway, looking flustered. “Is everything okay in—”

He took in the sight of Ashley in her bra with her pants undone and ran his hands through his tousled mane, dislodging his headset.

“Seriously, Ash? For fuck’s sake, the guy just got here.” He frowned. “And I told you, no Mr. Happy.”

Ashley stared at him, mouth open. He was blaming her for this?

“Excuse me?” she said. “This—pathetic excuse for a bodyguard came storming through my door while I was wearing nothing by my underwear. In my own dressing room, in which I have the right to privacy. And I’m the one getting yelled at?”

Just then her bandmates came crowding in behind Harrison.

“Who busted in?”

“Is he the stalker?”

“Let us at him. We’ll take him out.”

Her bodyguard didn’t look even a little bit intimidated.

“Hey, Enzo,” he said, checking the safety on his gun and holstering it. “Julio. Carlos. Welcome to the cluster fuck.”

They stopped pushing at Harrison.

“Well, if it isn’t Enforcer Jonas,” Enzo said.

Ashley stared from them to the hottieguard and back again.

“You guys know each other?” she asked.

Julio gave an elaborate shrug. “It was just a little misunderstanding down by the Mexican border, a few years ago.”

“No charges were even filed,” Carlos added.

Israel shook his head. “So she’s got the Malsueño brothers backing her, and Ward still had to call me in to protect her. A little pathetic, don’t you think?”

Enzo’s face darkened. “Hey,” he said. “We do what we can, but we’re busy. Singing and stuff.”

Yeah, stuff. Ashley pursed her lips like she was sucking on a straw and pushed a finger rhythmically into a hole made by her other hand. Blow jobs, she mouthed at Enzo.

She saw the hottieguard trying to hide a smirk.

Enzo glared at her. “So, everything’s okay in here?” he asked.

Ashley stopped her miming and zipped up her jeans. “Peachy,” she said. “I was just about to explain the ground rules to Mr. Jonas.”