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Addy frowns. I know she was hoping I’d have something salacious going on that she could join in on, or she was hoping to get something out of me. But, luckily, I don’t have much to tell on that note at this point.

That fact disappoints me and settles hard in the pit of my stomach. I’ve been craving them for days. Especially Grizzly. My mouth is watering at the thought of what the other two are going to do when I see them next.

But I try to be here in the present moment as Addy watches me, as if she’s trying to look through my skull and straight into my brain with some kind of x-ray vision.

She’s going to figure this out if I don’t distract her.

“You know what? I have an idea if you really want to go out. Otherwise, we can stay in and do some facials, have some snacks, a sleepover, etc.” I shrug and start walking toward my dorm as if that’s what I’d prefer to do.

Addy skips up next to me. “No, I definitely don’t want to spend the weekend like a loser. What’s your idea?”

I grin, knowing I have her wrapped around my finger now. She never turns down a good party. “Well, we can always go see Harlow and the babies. Plus, it’s Friday. Maybe there’s something going down at the clubhouse. You know there’s always something fun there.”

Addy frowns. “Don’t we always go there?”

I roll my eyes. “Match will be there. Maybe you’ll get to take me up on that little bet we were joking about earlier this week.” I love seeing her squirm. She tries to hold back her elation, but she just can’t.

“Okay. I’ll be ready in an hour and swing by your place. We’re definitely going. Text Harlow to let her know so we can get some time in with her too? I feel like we almost never see her anymore.” Addy runs off as she says this, just assuming I’m going to agree. Which I will.

At least that will get her off my back for now. Though now that I think about it…how am I going to make sure it’s not obvious what’s going on between the three of us if we run into them over at the clubhouse?

I groan as I head back to the dorm and find something to wear. This is going to be an interesting night.

17

MEREDITH

My stomach swims with thoughts of what I might find once we get to the clubhouse, and even more thoughts of what I might not. Do I want attention from the guys or do I not? Either way, I’ve dressed nice enough to be noticed, but not so over-the-top as to be mistaken for something I’m not.

As I drive us over, Addy lets me know her approval of my dress about five times. I’m the designated driver because she insists she’s going to get really wasted tonight and make her move on Match once and for all. I’ll believe it when I see it. She’s a lot of talk, but not as much action.

I can’t fault her for it—it’s one of the things I like most about her.

Eventually, we pull up to the club and get out of the car. They park the car for us, so once we’re out of it, I hand the keys over to a man I’ve seen a few times but don’t know the name of. Once we’re finally inside, the place is loud and packed as usual...well, to be honest, it seems way more packed than usual. My stomach twists at how many people are here, but instead of showing the discomfort on my face, I take Addy’s arm and we move toward the massive group of people congregating just inside the door.

I see people I’ve never seen in here before, and it makes me even more stressed. Not only do I have to worry about my feelings for the guys who saved my ass, but I have to worry about the sex-crazed emotions of half the guys in here.

“I say we split up and get a feel for what’s going on in here…maybe increase our chances of finding Harlow,” Addy says, and I nod, letting her know I’m fine with the separation.

It won’t be too hard to find one another again once we do spot Harlow.

I begin to walk through the crowd, bumping elbows with men who are dancing with women in the most provocative ways. They might as well be fucking right here in this room with how hard some of them are bumping and grinding.

In what seems like no time, I spot Harlow over by the bar and walk up to her.

“Harlow, what the hell is going on here?” I ask her as I wrap my arms around her in a hug.

She smiles and pulls away, looking me up and down. “Damn…you look hot,” she says, as if she hasn’t seen me in a dress before.

It’s just about the sexiest dress I own—a black, sleek and strappy number, a take on the little black dress that’s a bit more Bohemian and a bit less traditional, but it does come above the knee and show my cleavage well enough to work for the situation at hand.

“Thank you,” I say, perhaps a little too shy for current company.

“Look who’s coming out of her shell for once, ladies and gentlemen,” Harlow says as if she’s announcing to the crowd. “Or is this Addy’s doing?”

She has to almost scream for me to hear. There’s music and cheering all around us, and my cheeks flush at the thought of the number of people who just heard that I’m not dressed like this most of the time.

“This one’s on me,” I finally say when the embarrassment dies down. “But seriously, what is all this about? I mean…we’ve been here before, but this is something else.”

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