Page 17 of My Five Daddies

“Now fucking shots time,” Ethan calls out. He starts pouring them and one gets shoved into myhands.

“Guys, maybeI—“

Chris interrupts me. “Go ahead, take it,” he says, grinning. “You can skip the nextfew.”

“Next few?” I ask, laughing nervously. “How much are you guys drinkingtonight?”

“As much as we can handle.” He grins, raises his shot glass, and cheers. The guys echo his cheer and knock back theirdrinks.

They break up into smaller groups, new drinks in hand. Someone puts on music, deep and pounding bass, but not so loud that we can’t talk. I notice a couple other girls come in, and I wonder where the hell they came from. Soon, a few more guys show up, and the room’s starting to look like a realparty.

I go around, trying to do my job, but everyone keeps treating me like any other guest. I have to basically force Will to order something, but mostly they just laugh and tell me to relax and havefun.

I wonder briefly if the girls work here, but I don’t think so. They’re all well-dressed, even conservative. The guys look nervous, or at least the ones that aren’t my core five. I duck out and order some food even though they didn’t ask, and there’s another cheer when I come back withit.

“Good thinking,” Jordan says. “We’re badhosts.”

“Good thing that’s myjob.”

He laughs and steers me away from everyone, back into a corner. “We’ve been having a lot of fun with you,” he says. “You sure you’re donehere?”

I shrug. “I never saw this as a long-termthing.”

“Think about it. We want to keep seeingyou.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I want to see you guys,too.”

I realize that it’s true, I really do want to seethem.

“We’re tipping you enough, right?” he asks, lookingserious.

I pause. “Are youjoking?”

He shakes his head. “No, not at all. I know it’s weird to talk about, but you can ask formore.”

“Holy shit, Jordan. You guys are tipping way too much as itis.”

He grins at me. “Not really. Like I said, we have fun withyou.”

“I’d hang out with you guys forfree.”

He cocks his head. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Guess I’m not surprised. We are prettyfun.”

“Fun enough, atleast.”

Ethan appears suddenly at my elbow and shoves a drink in my hand. “Here, you look like you needthis.”

“Ido?”

He grins. “You’re talking to this guy, aren’tyou?”

Jordan groans and elbows him in theribs.

I laugh and sip the champagne. “You guys really are good friends, aren’tyou?”

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