Page 17 of Dirty Temptation

But I am curious about what they’re doing given Payton is pregnant and clearly staying sober. Still, does it include strippers like we arranged for Knox’s bachelor party?

I’m still hungover.

Fucking tequila.

“I counted ten before I left.” Knox shook his head. “All wearing a wide range of pajamas.”

I spin.

Levi chokes on his Macallan.

“I’m sorry what?” My spatula almost drops from my hand.

The oven beeps. The scalloped potatoes—that my housekeeper premade—are ready. Fuck the potatoes, I want to hear about the pajama party.

“Why are we here?” Levi asks, coughing some more.

I point my spatula at him and then at Knox in a weird type of agreement. “Yes. That.”

“Because my soon-to-be-wife’s bachelor party is not a find-your-next-fuck event for my brothers.” Knox sips casually, ignoring our glares.

Levi looks at me incredulously, as if our big brother has committed a crime.

He’s not wrong.

Talk about breaking the brother code. I’m not sure of the actual rules or guidelines, but this feels like it fits into one clause or another.

Surely.

Especially given it includes Molly.

Which I won’t mention.

“So, let’s go back to the pajama part. How much pajama are we actually talking about?” I ask, turning back and flipping the steaks.

Knox rolls his eyes.

“Like skimpy little frilly numbers or Batman flannel?”

Levi starts laughing his head off.

“A mix of both”—Knox holds up his hand—“andnowe are not going back to mine. The reason we’re here, or rather I am not there, is because Payton wants, and I quote, none of your charming brothers around.”

I grin. “She called us charming?”

“Yes. But it was said in a tone which tells me she does not think either of you are charming.” Knox smiles evilly.

He’s enjoying this.

“Lies. Payton likes us,” Levi says. “Well, she likes me.”

Hey!

“Well,” Knox says climbing off his seat and walking over to the crystal decanter for more whisky. “She’s stuck with you both for life once she marries me.”

Life.

Wow.

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