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“Found you,” another voice hailed me.

I left my reveries to see Dixie approaching, a grin ready for me and her tits out for everyone else.

I pointed at her rack. “Did ye ever see that meme of men writing women? Something like ‘she titted boobily along the hall’? That’s what you’re doing now, titting boobily.”

The lass I’d come to find preened. “Thanks! Say, who was that guy with Alisha?”

My mirth died. “Mine.”

“Whoa, sis. I heard your ‘in your dreams’ comment. He your boy?”

I slapped my palm to my forehead. “I wish. Why couldn’t I come up with something better?”

She mused, “Like saying you’d go to bed if he came with you?”

“Yes! Teach me your ways, oh wise one.”

“Ooh, is he being hunted? You alley cat. Should I spread the word to avoid any cat fights?”

I considered that. “Does it matter that Riordan doesn’t know it yet?”

“Even better. I’ll warn everyone else off. Trust me, with his moody swagger, it’ll be necessary. Anyway, ready to hang out with me for a while? Alisha messed up my schedule, so I’m a free agent for thirty minutes.”

Linking my arm with hers, we trotted away, exchanging ideas for exactly how fucked-up I could go to make Riordan mine.

Chapter 32

Everly

“Oh God, oh shit,” I chanted to myself.

After my tell-all with Connor, I’d rid myself of the sex toys, cleaned us up, then cuddled up with him on the bed. On the screen, the contestants for the game had emerged from the warehouse as five happy couples, everyone bloodied, all in the throes of passion, then the footage had cut out, leaving us in the low pink light of the room.

It took an embarrassingly long time for me to realise I was stuck.

I couldn’t get Connor back upstairs, not on my own, and we couldn’t spend the night here. For all I knew, the room was booked throughout, and a customer would arrive any minute to kick us out.

Also, I was naked, and so was Connor.

The dangers of the high-adrenaline evening and the fact the club was full to the brim scared me.

I needed help, and he was going to kill me for it in the morning.

At the door, I held my breath and peeked out. Our room was down a dimly lit corridor from the big open space with all the sex furniture and people, but my luck was in.

A familiar woman strutted by, calling good luck to whoever she’d been with.

“Cassie,” I hissed.

She jumped. Spun around to seek the source then crept over. “Uh, Everly? Are ye okay?”

“No.” My voice cracked on a laugh. “I have a problem, and it’s awkward as hell.”

“Oh my God. Please tell me Shade got his dick stuck in something.”

“Not exactly. I’m sorry to lay this on you, but could you find Arran? Also, I need something to cover myself up with.”

She choked. “You’re naked right now?”