Page 26 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“No, that’s fine.” He’s fine. Just as hot as I remembered him, with his gray-blond hair and green eyes. He and Lincoln should be illegal.

“You’re upset,” he says.

“Not at you.”

“Then, do you mind if I come in?”

“Oh.” I blink, surprised that I’ve left him here on the doorstep. I open the door wider and step aside. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t gawk at the place with a critical eye, but moves straight to the kitchen.

“You seem to know your way around,” I say.

“I’ve stayed here before. Whoa. Throwing a party?”

I follow him into the kitchen and see him eyeballing the bottles of liquor. “Yeah. A pity party.”

“You need pity, doll?” He looks concerned.

“Only self-pity. My ex-fiancé just got engaged to the woman he cheated on me with.”

“Ouch.” He surveys the alcohol. “You don’t need this shit for a pity party…you need a proper night out.”

I can feel myself swaying back and forth, thanks to the vodka, so I brace myself against the kitchen island. “Yeah, okay. You let me know when a fancy new car materializes to whisk me to the city.”

He grins. “There’s one out front. Get dressed, doll.”

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Caleb

Her beautiful blue eyes grow wide. “You’re serious?”

“Yep. If you recall, I was also recently cheated on. I get it. Luckily, I wasn’t engaged to my ex, but it’s still a blow to the ego and heart. So, let’s get out there, have some fun. It’s way better than drinking alone.”

“Okay.” She takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

Half an hour later, she’s in a cute black dress and we’re speeding toward San Esteban. I’ll take her to Vice, where I definitely will not fuck her. One, she’s been drinking. Two, she’s brokenhearted right now. I’m assuming her fiancé cheated prior to last Friday night when Link and I met her at Vice, but she was doing okay at the time. Now that she’s found out he’s engaged again, it’s probably like being cheated on all over.

“I didn’t have time to do my hair,” she says, fussing with the loose strands that fall over her shoulders.

“You look fucking incredible,” I say. “Don’t doubt it for a second.”

It’s true. She’s just as sexy with minimal make-up as she was all dolled up last weekend.

Loud music spills into the street from the club entrance. The line at the door is shorter because it’s only a Wednesday night. I’m a member so I take Evie straight to the front and the bouncer lets us in.

“Drinks,” Evie says, even though she’s eyeing the dance floor like it’s her own personal salvation. “Something fruity.”

“You want to dance?” I ask. “I can grab drinks while you get out there.”

“Will you watch?”

“Oh, doll. You know I love to watch.”

A sexy smile plays on her lips, then she spins around and walks out to the dancers with a swing in her hips.

I keep my eyes on her while I wait for a bartender to be free. Her long blond hair is like a beacon, and it ripples while she dances. A guy dances next to her. He takes her hand and twirls her around. Several of the nearby dancers watch as Evie and the stranger try out moves together and seem to work out some choreography that others begin to copy, as well.

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