Page 273 of Sin Bin

“The hell you aren’t! You’re so fucking drunk you can’t even see straight!”

She pierced him with a killing glare. “I’m seeing just fine right now.”

Scowling, he slowed the car to the speed limit and looked at her. Her red-slicked lips looked way too wet and inviting for his peace of mind.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” he demanded. “I’m the reckless and irresponsible fuckup, not you. What’s going on?”

“Maybe I’m just taking a page out of your book,” she jeered.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What fucking page?”

She flipped him the bird and crossed her legs, causing the hem of her short dress to ride up her curvy thighs. He cursed the punch of lust that hit his gut. It made him even testier.

“How’d you even know where to find me?” she fumed.

“The bartender recognized you and called me on the way home from the airport. He thought you might be in over your head—and he was right.”

“What, you have spies everywhere?”

“Not spies. Good friends who look out for me.”

“Great. Just great.” She shook her head in exasperated disgust.

“The next time you wanna go clubbing,” Logan growled, “could you at least call someone other than Jess?”

“What’s wrong with Jess?” she huffed.

“She’s a party girl. Not exactly the most responsible person—”

Jupiter snorted harshly. “Look who’s talking!”

He scowled. “I don’t want you partying with her, okay?” Hell, he didn’t want her partying at all. Period. End of story!

She shook her head at him. “You are such a fucking hypocrite.”

The words hit him like a slap. He hated it when she dropped eff-bombs in anger. It stung almost as much as her accusation.

“How am I a hypocrite?” he challenged.

“Oh, give me a break, Logan! You think I don’t know that you and Dubinski went to some party in Canada? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Logan’s jaw ticked. He knew that fucking party would come back to bite him in the ass. He didn’t even have a good time. “Nothing hap—”

“Save it!” Jupiter folded her arms mutinously across her chest, making her breasts pop out even more.

The punch of lust hit harder, tightening his groin until it ached. Dammit. How was he supposed to focus on the argument when his dick kept sidetracking him?

Cursing under his breath, he focused on the road, trying to ignore the way her tight dress kept inching up her thighs with the angry swinging of her foot.

Suddenly she turned in her seat, sneering at him. “On second thought, tell me about the party. I want to hear all about it. You looked like you were having a real blast, doing shots with your friend and cozying up to half-naked models—”

“I wasn’t cozying up to anyone,” he growled. “Nothing happened at the party.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about it?” she challenged accusingly. “Why’d you keep it a secret?”

“I wasn’t keeping it a secret!”

“You didn’t say a word about it! That’s the very definition of keeping a secret!”

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