Page 226 of Sin Bin

Logan punched his gloved fists together and smiled a chilling smile, his icy breath curling like smoke from his lips as he whispered, “Let’s go.”

As the last notes of the gangster anthem trailed off, the distinctive Under Armour logo slammed onto the screen before it faded to black.

The room erupted in screams.

Bianca, Scarlett, Jess and Ana fell to the floor, pretending to faint.

Meadow and Nadia laughed, vigorously fanning themselves.

“Lawd Jesus!” Bianca wailed from the floor. “These boys are killing me with these commercials!”

There was a raucous chorus of laughter.

“Whew,” Nadia breathed, her cheeks flushed. “That commercial should come with an advisory warning. I wasn’t ready for all that.”

“I know, right?” Scarlett agreed breathlessly. “Some parts of it felt hella X-rated, especially when he was dancing and working those damn hips!”

“Girl, yes!” Ana launched into a lusty stream of Spanish, setting off fresh peals of laughter.

“I’ll be right back, y’all,” Jess announced. “I need to go change my underwear!”

The room rocked with bawdy howls and squeals.

Bianca picked herself up off the floor, collapsed into her seat and grinned enviously at Meadow. “Have you danced with Bachata Bae yet?”

She smiled. “No. Not yet.”

Ana chortled. “I hope you’re on the pill, mama, because dancing with that man is gonna get you pregnant!”

More hysterical laughter ensued.

Nadia’s phone buzzed with a text alert. “The driver’s here! C’mon, girls, our chariot awaits!”

They grabbed their handbags and headed out, whooping excitedly when they saw the gleaming black Maybach limo parked at the curb. The uniformed driver waited patiently while they took selfies in front of Reid’s stunning wood-and-glass house, and then by the stretch limo.

As they piled into the backseat and set off for the arena, the girls resumed gushing over Logan’s commercial and drawing breathy comparisons to Reid’s mega-popular Gatorade commercial.

They rode to the game in style, drinking champagne and shimmying along to bachata music. They were halfway to the arena when Jess, Bianca and Ana started throwing back vodka shooters.

Scarlett eyed them enviously. “I would totally do shots with y’all if I didn’t have to perform tonight. If my mom even suspects that I’m tipsy while singing the anthem, she’ll have a fucking fit.”

“She sure will.” Nadia laughed. “She’s already mad at you for wearing jeans tonight. Remember how she made you dress up when you sang at the Tampa Bay game?”

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

Ana waved her glass at Scarlett. “What’s the problem? You looked and sounded amazing that night. Plus the video went viral, increasing your popularity and the band’s. That’s what you call a win-win.” She tossed back another shot and giggled naughtily. “Your brother’s gonna kill me if I show up drunk. He’s such a stick in the mud!”

“Ooh, I’m telling!” Scarlett tattled.

Everyone cracked up laughing.

When they arrived at the Pepsi Center, the driver hopped out and held the rear door open for them. They felt like celebrities as they were ushered to a special entrance that allowed them to bypass the long lines and security checks.

Their escort took them to the upper level suites, where Meadow was introduced to Nadia and Scarlett’s families. Next they headed off to say hello to Scarlett’s bandmates. The guys had their own suite, which they were sharing with their roadies and some handpicked groupies.

Meadow felt a little starstruck when Scarlett introduced her to her bandmates. Traeger, Gage, Ryu and Zander were seriously good-looking, and they exuded the cool charisma of bona fide rock stars.

She found herself blushing when Traeger kissed the back of her hand, his blue eyes glinting with wicked mischief.

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