Page 134 of Sin Bin

“You know what this means, Meadow.” Jess met her eyes in the mirror, her lips turned up in a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll have the suite all to yourself. Put it to good use.”

Nadia and Scarlett waggled their eyebrows at her.

Ignoring them, she walked out and headed back into the bedroom she was sharing with Jess. She tugged a long T-shirt and leggings from her suitcase and quickly dressed before finger combing her hair. She decided to leave it down because she didn’t feel like fussing with it. There was no point since she’d be wrapping it and tying on a scarf when she got back to the room.

After slipping her feet into flat sandals, she returned to the bathroom just as Jess gave her hair a final flip and turned from the mirror to inspect everyone. She nodded approvingly at Scarlett and Nadia’s low-cut tops, skintight jeans and high heels. When her eyes came to rest on Meadow’s outfit, she frowned.

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

Meadow glanced down at herself. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing,” Scarlett assured her on her way out of the bathroom. “Pay her no mind.”

Jess wrinkled her nose at Meadow’s glasses. “Don’t you have contact lenses?”

Nadia shot her an exasperated look. “Don’t start with that.”

“I’m just saying. You weren’t in the room when she took off her glasses. She’s gorgeous without them. Like, seriously. And I realize that she and Logan aren’t dating, but there’s gonna be a shit ton of hot girls competing for his attention when he gets here. It wouldn’t kill Meadow to wear something a little more eye-catching.”

Meadow frowned. “I don’t see the point.”

“Obviously.” Jess grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around and lifted her shirt up. “Damn, mami. Why are you hiding all this ass?”

Meadow jerked her shirt back down, flushing self-consciously. “I don’t like having my butt out when I’m wearing leggings.”

“Why not? Shit, if you got it, flaunt it. I mean, hell, look at Nadia. She’s prim and proper just like you, but she knows how much her man loves her ba-dunk-a-dunk, so now she dresses to accentuate it. And Reid can’t get enough. As soon as he sees her, he’s sliding his hand down her back and grabbing her ass. Viggo’s the same way with Scarlett. Just watch them—you’ll see what I mean.” Jess grinned at Meadow. “I bet your phat booty has Logan fantasizing about fucking you from the back. Oh, don’t look so scandalized,” she laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with a man falling in lust before love.”

Nadia rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to her, Meadow. Women need to stop tying their self-worth to their body parts.”

Jess snorted. “That’s hella easy to say when you’re naturally blessed with a phat ass. Women are out here spending thousands on butt injections to obtain what you were born with—”

“And that makes me sad,” Nadia interrupted earnestly. “I mean, I think it’s wonderful for women to work out and wear makeup to enhance their natural beauty and physique. I just wish we didn’t live in such an image-obsessed culture that tells us we have to be surgically enhanced to achieve some impossible standard of beauty and desirability.” She cupped her breasts through her shirt. “As you guys can see, I’m practically the founder of the itty-bitty-titty club. But you’re not about to see me running to a plastic surgeon to get a boob job. Do I have plenty of incentive to want implants? Absolutely! Reid was a boob man before he met me, and I’m sure he thought he’d end up with some Barbie with milk-jug tits. But that’s not the woman he fell in love with. He thinks I’m absolutely beautiful and he accepts me just as I am.” She grinned with satisfaction. “At the risk of oversharing, he’s totally an ass man now, and he loves licking and sucking my itty-bitty boobs. Every time I bring up being mammary-challenged, he tells me ‘More than a mouthful is a waste, babe. You’re perfect.’” She pretended to swoon. “God, I love that man!”

Meadow and Jess laughed warmly.

The sound of a throat clearing drew everyone’s attention to where Scarlett leaned in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest.

She cast an amused glance around the bathroom. “If you girls are finished hosting The View, can we please go downstairs so I can get my man? I miss him badly and I very much need to fuck his brains out.”

The group erupted in peals of laughter.

As they left their suite and headed to the elevator, Nadia linked arms with Meadow while Scarlett and Jess walked ahead of them. Both were drop-dead stunners with killer bodies, and the way they strutted confidently in stilettos was downright enviable. Despite Nadia’s empowering self-love speech, Meadow couldn’t help feeling intimidated as she walked behind the two bombshells.

Jess definitely hadn’t exaggerated about the bunnies staked out in the lobby. Meadow had never seen so many skintight dresses, miniskirts and hooker heels outside of a nightclub. These girls meant serious business.

“Told you!” Jess crowed.

Scarlett chuckled. “You were right. Happy?”

Jess grinned and winked. “Just follow my lead.”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she went out of her way to stroll past a group of young women who looked like Instagram models. She put an extra swing to her hips as she walked, her round butt jiggling beneath her tight skirt. The women watched her, looking her up and down and sneering jealously.

Scarlett and Nadia received the same catty appraisal.

Wearing her glasses and a relatively unsexy outfit, Meadow didn’t look threatening enough to warrant more than an eye roll.

There were several reporters camped out in the lobby. Hotel security personnel prowled around with earpieces, making their presence felt. A tangible excitement hung in the air as the crowd waited for the team’s arrival.

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