Page 74 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“I don’t think I want to know that story,” commented Lincoln.

“Can I trade?” asked Logan hopefully. “I’m great with dogs. Excellent, in fact.”

“Nah, Rookie,” I said with a yawn, staring at the numbers on the elevator impatiently because we needed to get a move-on—Anastasia would be off in an hour. “Geraldine likes them younger. She’ll eat you up. I’ll be able to get both dogs out of her when I show up with you.”

Logan side-eyed me before looking pointedly at Ari and Lincoln. “Are either of you worried about this?”

Ari cocked his head, pretending to study me before he shrugged and yawned. “He’s Hero. How bad could it be? Besides, I can guarantee that whatever he’s got up his sleeve...Golden Boy has done something way worse...so I’m not worrying too much.”

Lincoln’s lips twitched and I studied the star forward. If there ever was a person with Big Dick Energy...it was Lincoln Daniels. Didn’t surprise me at all that he would be a secret psychopath. I’d seen the camera on his phone that appeared to monitor Monroe’s whereabouts.

I needed to ask him what app he used as soon as I got Anastasia in my penthouse.

“I feel like there’s a story there, Lancaster. Want to share with the class?” I asked as the elevator finally dinged, and I practically jumped out into the hallway, eager to get the party started, so to speak.

“Oh, there is,” Ari answered mysteriously, ignoring Lincoln’s scoff.

We walked down the hallway toward Geraldine’s place. The building had two penthouses, mine and hers. But our places couldn’t be more different…

Stopping by the door, I turned to face the guys. “So, I’ll just warn you…”

“Oh gosh, this is where you tell us she has a secret sex dungeon," said Logan fearfully. It was kind of hilarious to see the six-four forward, tattooed all over man-child, looking like he was about to shit his pants.

Geraldine would love it.

“What? No. Geraldine doesn’t have a secret sex dungeon.” I paused for a moment, second guessing myself. “At least I don’t think...I just need to prepare you all for her place...it’s a little...quirky.”

“Oh shit. She does have a secret sex dungeon—where’s Disney when we need him?” commented Ari, not sounding concerned at all.

“Lamaze class with Olivia. He’s going to three different classes to make sure he has all his bases covered for the baby,” I told them.

“Not sure three classes will be enough,” pondered Lincoln.

Logan shook his head. “Simp.”

Ari clicked his tongue at him. “Not the right context that time, Rookie.”

“What?” Logan responded, sounding confused.

“Can we focus!” I said as I finally raised my hand to knock on Geraldine’s door. Before I could actually touch the door, it flew open and there was Geraldine, clad in a vibrant pink and purple mumu, a glowing purple cocktail with a pink umbrella in her hand.

This was how she normally dressed. That cardigan at Anastasia’s performance had been a one-off.

“Why are you four skulking around out here? Camden, did you find these boys outside? I ordered strippers but they weren’t supposed to be here for two hours.” Geraldine eyed Logan like he was her new favorite candy—just like I’d hoped she would.

Logan audibly gulped.

I swore Ari licked his lips, staring at Geraldine delightedly. “Well, well, well, you must be the infamous Ms. Burton. Camden has told us so much about you.”

Geraldine stared at him, her eyes raking over him slowly before she shook her head. “Send him back. I’m not impressed,” she finally announced before she turned her back to us and strolled further inside.

Ari’s mouth dropped and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. “I think I’m in love,” he whispered, following her inside like the puppy dog I was trying to borrow.

Lincoln cast me an appraising look and I grinned.

“Circle of trust material, am I right?” I said.

He just shook his head and walked inside.

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