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Taylor blushed and smiled at him, instinctively leaning in closer.

“Who would be excellent at keeping a very close eye on my booty,” Holt continued in a lusty voice.

Larkin groaned and looked at me. “What have you started, bro?”

At some point, as I stumbled back from the restroom after taking a piss, I paused at Frank and Beans’ table to ask how they were doing. Suddenly, I was feeling eager to get to know my colleagues better, even the weird ones.

They managed to coerce me into having a shot with them. I cringed after tipping it back, and then Beans leaned in and whispered right in my ear, “You’re one of us now.” He was breathing weirdly heavily as he said it, so I made a hasty escape.

Maybe getting to know those particular colleagues wasn’t the best idea.

Elbowing my way through a group of Chris’ buddies, I spotted the guy who had to be the groom, John, because he was wearing a sash and a pair of huge fake tits over his shirt. I stopped to congratulate him, and he thanked me with a grin and urged me to do a shot with him and his buddies.

A short while later, I found myself dancing like a dork with a bunch of guys I didn’t know. At some point, one of them plunked their baseball cap on my head. It had a pair of tits on the brim that jiggled every time I bounced to the music.

Heidi and Val were moshing together. Frank and Beans were bopping up and down side by side in a weird synchronised dance that they’d clearly practised. Susan appeared to be lost in her own world, eyes closed and arms waving slowly above her head as she swayed to the music. Gabe and Biff were practically having full-blown sex, grinding together without an inch of space between their bodies.

Kit was dancing with the guy who’d complimented their smutty artwork, leaning right over and backing their ass up into his groin in time with the beat. He looked delighted and a little intimidated. Jokingly, I did the same to a centaur called Brody for a few seconds, then cracked up laughing as he grinned and spun me around under his arm.

“You’re a good dancer,” he yelled over the music, even though I wasn’t.

“I recently realised I’m horny for dudes!” I yelled back for some reason, and he and his friends all cheered. “Hey, watch this!” I added, then proceeded to do the robot.

Eventually, I found myself sitting at a table with some of the bachelor party and challenging a huge werewolf called Gary to an arm wrestle.

He laughed, flexing his biceps. “I’ll snap your arm, cutie.”

“I can take you,” I insisted, propping my elbow on the table and flexing my fingers. “This is my jacking-off arm, so it’s got extra strength.”

“Nice, bro.” Brody laughed and briefly clasped my hand in a friendly gesture, then pulled my arm off the table. “But seriously, Gary will snap your arm. Guy’s a beast.”

I huffed and looked around for my drink, but got distracted when my gaze landed on Ewen’s table. I’d managed to forget all about him for a while, but now I found myself staring at him in kind of a stupor, my eyes blinking slow and heavy.

The low light in the bar slid over his dirty blond hair where it hung loose around his wide shoulders. His jaw was all… annoyingly chiselled and dusted with stubble. His blue eyes looked darker than normal, and his lips were stupid and firm-looking as they stretched into a grin, showing off his straight white teeth.

He and Vince were still sitting together. Talking and laughing and stuff. All extra friendly. Maybe too friendly, if you asked me.

And what had been up with Chris sitting in his lap?

I suddenly remembered Larkin telling me the rumour that Ewen might have had a freaking foursome with his fellow wrestlers. My nuts tingled even as my chest tightened with some unpleasant emotion.

Stupid, sexy Ewen. He was so annoying, making my head feel all… weird.

Although that might have been the champagne. And the fact that I was so exhausted I was bordering on delirious.

When I started to tip over in my seat and Brody had to quickly prop me back up, I laughed. Oops. I was drunk. Hadn’t even meant to drink. Hadn’t I planned to make a hasty exit as soon as possible?

My pulse leaped, thudding heavily in my throat when Ewen suddenly rose from the table and sauntered across the bar, heading toward the archway that led to the restrooms and outdoor seating area. My bleary gaze meandered down to his ass as it flexed in his tight jeans with every step.

Why was he wearing such tight jeans? Stupid.

Why wasn’t he wearing those tiny shorts still?

I abruptly lurched up out of my seat when Vince followed him. What the fuck? Were they going to bang in the bar restrooms?

“Bro?” Gary the werewolf asked hesitantly. “You good?”

“Gonna go take a piss,” I heard myself slur, already stumbling around the table.