Page 20 of Dirty Intentions

“Where’s Daniella?”

“Not crying over your ass, that’s for sure.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means she isn’t the girl from your old neighborhood who flipped out on you and your mom because you took her out a couple of times.”

I hated the reminder of Tina. She was a girl I’d met while visiting home. Though she had a rocking body, she’d gotten way too attached after a couple dates and a single night together. That mess was the reason I was now adamant about keeping things completely black and white with my partners.

“Where is she?”

“Partaking in some club activities.”

Adrenaline coursed through me. I had to fight the urge to tear through each of the rooms looking for her. What the hell? This wasn’t her.

“Relax, dude. She’s doing the boyfriend experience with Javier. Although I was tempted to ask if she wanted it with me, I knew you’d flip out.”

So much for being worried she’d get attached to me if we slept together. Obviously, that wasn’t the case if she’d entertain sex with a stranger. I gritted my teeth. “What room?”

He quirked a brow. “Number five in about ten minutes. But what about your show tonight?”

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