Page 19 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“You saying you don’t?”

He opened his mouth but then quickly shut it. “Yeah, okay, fair enough. But that’s why I’m here.”

My eyes popped wide, and Travis let out a loud burst of laughter.

“Oh my God. You should see your face. I’m not here forthat,Caleb.” His blue eyes trailed down over my casual crew neck, and he shrugged. “Unless you want to…”

“Shut up.”

“I mean, I’m open to it.”

I shoved him with my foot, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. “That might be difficult, since I’m, you know, straight.”

“Eh, just a minor obstacle.”

I snorted then went back to flicking through my pictures, doing my best to calm my skipping heart. Travis always did this to me, had me making a fool of myself in front of him and feeling like some inexperienced virgin—which I wasn’t. Again, proving that he was way cooler than I would ever be.

“Anyways, like I was saying, I’m here because I need to get out, have some fun, and guess what?”

I arched a cautious brow. “Do I have to?”

Travis rolled to his side and propped his head up on his hand. “East got us all fake IDs.”

“Of course he did.” East was the person I liked least in Travis’s circle. I put up with him because he was part of the crowd, but the guy was so obnoxious.

“Right? There’s a new club downtown, and we’re going to check it out tonight. You wanna come?”

“Me?” I shook my head. “Uh, no. Not my scene. Plus, I don’t have an ID, and?—”

“Yes you do.” Travis shifted to his back again and thrust his hips up, and I looked away. “I got him to make you one too.” He leaned across the bed and held the card out to me. “You’re one of the princes for real now.”

Yeah, because that was my lifelong goal, to be one of the Park Avenue Princes. It was fitting—we all lived on Park Avenue—but having a name for a group just felt…douchey.

I glanced at the image staring back at me and shook my head. “I’m not using this.”

“Why not? It’s just a formality. You know East can?—”

“Buy his way in to any club?”

“Well, yeah, we all can. This is just a safeguard.”

I glanced back at the face that looked nothing like mine and gestured for his. “I want to see yours.”

Travis proudly handed his over, and I screwed my nose up.

“Are you kidding?”

“What? It’ll do.”

“This looks nothing like you.”

“Sure it does.”

“Uh, no. It doesn’t. The angle of the jaw, nose, and cheekbones? They’re all wrong. They’re dull. Yours are sharp and your chin’s well defined. Your face is…you know, captivating. This is boring. There’s no way anyone will believe this is you.”

When nothing but silence met my ears, I looked up to see Travis’s face directly in my sightline. Where I thought I’d seea carefree smirk stretched across his smack-talking lips, they were slightly parted.

Shit.Why did I say all of that? I’d gone off on a tangent, looking at him through my photographer’s lens, and now he thought I was hitting on him?

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