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A nightclub would have beenbad enough, but when Maddie Bauers heard the stereo pulsing loudly from where she stood outside the Woodland Hills house, she froze, preparing to march full stomp back to hercar.
“Oh, come on.” Bree flashed her puppy-dog eyes, the ones that usually got her anything and anyone.
Maddie pursed her full lips. “You said one drink, Bree. This is not one drink. This is a noise violation and disorderly conduct ticket waiting to happen.”
“This is fun waiting to happen.” Bree tossed her long blond hair behind her shoulder. “I know you’re frigid and anti-good times, but one fucking party isn’t going to kill you. As your best friend, it’s my duty to tell you that you need to chillax. Have a goodtime.”
Bree leaned closer to Maddie. “And I heard from someone who heard from someone else that the cast and crew of the latest Davenport indie might show up. That means hot celebrities.” She raised her hands triumphantly above her head. “Woohoo!”
“First of all, I couldn’t care less about celebrities. Secondly, how do you know they’rehot?”
Bree waggled her eyebrows. “Let’s just say I heard some rumors.”
Maddie groaned. “I’m so leaving.”
“Come on. Don’t you want to celebrate your graduation even a littlebit?”
“I am perfectly happy to celebrate on our couch with a glass of redwine.”
“Maddie, I hate to tell you this, but for twenty-two, you areold.”
Bree had a point. Maddie had always been serious, probably too serious for her own good. But it paid off. While the rest of the students in her film class partied and fumbled their way through college, she’d graduated with several completed independent films under her belt and landed a summer internship with the Oscar-winning filmmaker Joss Beaumont. Maddie was headed for a lifelong career in the film biz and she rarely let parties or men distracther.
Bree was another story. Maddie believed the petite buxom blonde would try to sleep her way into a starring film role, a goal bound to get her into trouble sooner or later. Parties like this one could bring that trouble sooner rather than later, and leaving Bree there alone was probably not such a goodidea.
Maddie sighed. “Okay, okay, I’ll stay.” Before Bree could squeal with happiness, Maddie gave conditions. “But you have to promise not to abandon me in some corner like you usually do. And whoever you decide to randomly hook up with, promise me you’ll use a condom.”
“You act like I’m such a slut.” Bree pulled Maddie toward the front door of the house. “But, yes, I do have a condom. In fact, I broughttwo.”
“Are you planning to get lucky twice?”
“No, I brought it foryou.”
Bree didn’t abandon Maddie in the first five minutes as she usually did at parties, she waited nearly ten before she excused herself to find a drink. Bree being Bree, Maddie knew it’d be a while before they met up again.
Maddie snagged a seat on the living room sofa and busied herself with picking at her nails. She assumed a don’t-bother-me posture, more out of habit than on purpose. After an hour that felt like three, she wondered if it was too soon to hunt down her roommate and declare the night over. Was she really so much of a fuddy-duddy that she wanted to leave a graduation party before midnight? Yes, she was. But it was Bree’s graduation night too and she deserved to celebrate, so Maddie decided to hold out a little longer.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up, tugged the straps of her pink tank top into place and smoothed down her knee-length black cotton skirt. Might as well try to enjoy myself. She pushed through the crowd and found an open beer cooler near the patio doors. She grabbed a Corona, leaned against the open sliding door and peered into the backyard. Even though the party extended to the yard, there seemed to be more breathing room there.
Once she got past the crowd surrounding the doors, Maddie saw that most of the partygoers congregated in and around the pool and hot tub—many of them sans swimsuit. Definitely a scene she wanted to avoid. She stuck to the side of the house, steering clear of the pool area altogether.
On the other side of the backyard, she spied a couple making out on a porch swing. She watched as the man’s deft fingers traveled up and under the woman’s thin chemise. Even in the darkness, Maddie could see her shiver. The woman let out a moan of longing, and Maddie’s belly ached with unexpected jealousy. It had been a while since she’d been kissed that way. Toolong.
It didn’t have to be too long, she reminded herself. That had been her choice. She could choose differently. What if she were audacious and uninhibited likeBree?
Then she wouldn’t be on her way to a promising film career, that’swhat.
She shook off her arousal and fancies of unbridled passion, and searched for a place to hole up unbothered. She spotted a concrete sitting area with an unlit fire pit against the yard’s back wall. It was dark and in shadow, and it looked deserted. She moved to claim it for herself.
Excited voices near the pool caught her attention when she’d nearly made it to the sanctuary. She glanced over, seeking the cause of the excitement. A drunken woman clothed only in a shirt and panties stepped out from the center of the spectators and onto the diving board, twirling her skirt around her finger in the air as shedid.
Maddie stopped short as she made out the face of the woman. Her stomach tightened. She knew that stripper. It wasBree.
Bree sang some current popular hit at the top of her lungs, basking in the attention her display earned her. Soon she began inching her shirt up, teasing her audience as she did, until her shirt was abandoned in the pool below and Bree stood wearing only a black demi-cup bra and matching panties. The crowd cheered as she bent over provocatively, shimmying her petite behind.
“What the hell are you doing?” Maddie softly asked, willing the question to penetrate the distance between them and stop the antics of her wild friend.
