Page 111 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

I smirked. “Have you seen your back?”

He shook his head. “Why do I feel like this is asking for trouble?”

“Caleb, gorgeous, don’t you know?” I wrapped an arm around his waist and hauled him up against me. “I am the trouble.”

THE MOMENT WE stepped inside the Towers spa, I knew we were fucked. Several of the guys were in and around the pooland hot tub, Donovan was over by the juice bar, and West was lounged back getting a vitamin cocktail through an IV.

And every single one of them looked our way when we walked through the doors.

“Shit,” Caleb said under his breath, going still as the door swung shut behind us.

In a matter of seconds, we were swarmed. Somehow West was the first up, dragging his IV pole behind him. If he hadn’t been wearing one of the spa’s luxe white robes, you would’ve thought he’d escaped from the hospital.

“About fucking time you made an appearance,” he said, and then looked us up and down. “How was family dinner?”

“It was fine, why?” I said.

“Because you two look guilty as sin.”

“Yeah, they do,” Donovan agreed, brows raised.

I shrugged, trying to seem as unaffected as possible—after all, that was the plan we’d decided on. Plus, I doubted Caleb was dying to let the world know we’d spent all weekend fucking. He was still busy trying to wrap his own head around it, so the last thing he needed was to deal with these morons.

“A couple of massive hangovers had us both lying low, not to mention drinks last night. That’s why we’re here.” I nodded toward West’s IV. “Electrolytes.”

“Travis McKinney, I can spot a hickey a mile away.” East strolled up, dripping wet from the pool.

No, he fucking couldn’t, because I’d made sure to cover those marks before heading down here so the staff wouldn’t gossip, but nice try.

I pretended to wince and then rubbed my temples. “Think you can keep it down? My head’s killing me.”

He snorted and dropped his gaze to my hips. “Yeah, I’ll bet it is. You two manage to break any world records yet?”

“Oh shit, are those scratches?” West said, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at Caleb.

“Probably,” Caleb replied. “I heard I ran into a few doors on Friday.”

“Doors?” East made a noise in the back of his throat. “Riiight. You weren’t walking so straight that night.”

West sputtered out a laugh, shoving his roommate in the arm. “Yeah, you still walking the straight and narrow these days, Caleb, or have you gone off the beaten path?”

I groaned. “Way to be lame-asses. What else ya got?”

“Uh, you do know we have eyes, right?” Gavin gestured toward Caleb. “He practically ripped that guy’s arm off for dancing with you.”

“So?”

“So my boyfriend had to step in to make sure no one got hurt.”

“That’s not why,” Daire interjected, causing Gavin to elbow him in the ribs.

Donovan swirled his smoothie with a straw. “Hold on a minute. Aren’t you always the one giving the rest of us shit for not fessing up to all the sexual details since we’ve gotten boyfriends? Hypocrite much?”

“You’re missing a key point in that argument,” I said. “I don’t have a boyfriend. And there’s nothing to tell.”

But even as I said the words, I hated the denial of Caleb and the way it felt on my tongue, but he needed time to process. Something I was going to give him. Obviously, if it was my choice, I wouldn’t have minded if the whole fucking world knew what we’d been up to over the weekend.

“So what is this, then?” Donovan asked. “Are you two a couple now, just without the title?”

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