Page 53 of Tasty Cherry

“I thought so! And now he’s having sex with the redhead.”

“Maybe. He might have been using her to get to you.”

“He already had me!” She paces around the rows of chairs. “I knew better. But he was so hot. And so sexy. And knew all the right things to say.” She shakes a fist at the ceiling. “He’s a snake charmer! How did I fall for another one of those!”

“When did this happen?”

She whirls around. “Monday night. Then Wednesday night. Last night I said no more.”

“You had time for this?”

“Yeah, he’s like that. Knocks on your door, wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.”

Maverick must be good to have gotten Brooklyn that fast.

But then, I slept with Sebastian within two hours of meeting him.

“You want me to punch him for you?” I ask.

This makes Brooklyn laugh. “Maybe!”

Owen and Ilsa enter the room, and Brooklyn whips in the opposite direction, swiping at her eyes.

“What’s wrong with her?” Ilsa asks, heading straight for the food like she doesn’t care about the answer.

“Brooklyn?” Owen’s voice is full of concern.

“We’re good,” I tell him. “Just a frustrating morning.”

“I get that.” Owen shoves his hands in his pockets. “Room service is no picnic. They complain about everything.”

“I bet.” Did they see Maverick? Was he still out there? I casually move close enough to the door to peek out. The hall is empty. Huh. And he didn’t come to the meeting room. Were they going to continue somewhere? No, I don’t want to think about it.

Brooklyn seems to have it together as she turns back around. “We should eat!” she says brightly.

“I’m on it,” Owen says, passing both of us plates.

All four of us are considering the sandwich choices when Sebastian leans through the door. “I need an intern for a haunted suite!”

“Isn’t that the sex dungeon?” Owen asks.

Sebastian grins at all of us. “It might be! Who wants to come?”

I don’t volunteer. He shouldn’t choose me. It will be too obvious.

“Me, me, me!” Brooklyn says.

“But I want to go,” Owen says.

Ilsa turns with her plate. “I’m the only one of us mature enough to enter that space professionally, and you all know it.”

Owen and Brooklyn wave their hands in the air like they want a magician to choose them to go onstage.

But then Sebastian does exactly the wrong thing. “Mila, let’s go. Come see what all the fuss is about.”

“Awww, she didn’t even volunteer.” Owen loads sandwiches on his plate in consolation.

I spot Brooklyn biting her lip as I return my plate to the stack. She knows.