Page 91 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

Before I can bend down to pick it up, a shape moves in front of me. Christian takes a knee and grabs it, spinning it twice in his fingers before offering it back to me.

“Oh,” I say. “Thanks.”

He looks at me, his eyes playful. “Clumsy girl,” he says.

“Yeah, that’s me.” I take the pen. “Thanks again.”

I straighten up in my seat, giving Bronson another quick glance. We make eye contact, the feel of it sending a jolt down my spine.

When we arrive back at the hotel, the others insist on heading straight to the executive suite instead of to the bar. I happily oblige, swiping my special key to unlock that floor, and we ascend.

“Holy shit,” Christian says as we all pile off the elevator into the suite. “What’s the occasion?”

Rather than get into the details of Paul Monroe’s stupid schemes, Jonah answers, “Why not?”

Christian snorts. “Botsfords gonna Botsford, huh?”

“Damn right,” Knox says as he yanks a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket that... kinda keeps re-appearing every time I come up here. “Now, what say you we pop this thing open and piss the night away?”

“Knox,”Harmony says, her eyes flicking toward Christian.

“Oh.” He sets it back down apologetically. “Sorry, Chris. I keep forgetting.”

“Nah, it’s all right,” Christian says, uncaring. “In fact..” He takes the bottle by the neck. “There’s more than one thing a group of sexy people such as ourselves can do with a bottle like this.”

Chrissy sighs. “Oh, boy.”

“Uh-huh,” he says, giving her a wink.

“What?” August asks.

“We’re way too old for that now, Christian,” Chrissy says.

“No one is too old for Spin the Bottle!” Christian says.

The group reacts with a mix of groans, but wide smiles take hold as the idea settles in.

“Come on, guys,” Christian says, already on his way to move the glass coffee table in the center of the room out of the way. “Tonight was the most fun I’ve had in years. Let’s keep it going. Let’s celebrate! To old friends and new beginnings. Most of you have already made out with each other anyway by now, right?”

To that, no one says a word.

By the time he’s finished his pep talk, the others are already making their way down to the floor. Meanwhile, I pick up my planner and walk around them toward the bedroom with my ever-vibrating phone clenched in one hand.

“Uh, where are you going, Jordan?” Christian asks. He taps the empty spot on the floor beside him. “You’re playing, too.”

“Oh,no,”I say, chuckling. “You guys play your game. I have to?—”

“Sit your pretty ass down and spin,” he jokes, giving the floor another tap as the others join him. “Come on. We’re all getting kissed tonight.”

I blush once again, my gaze shifting on its own toward Bronson. He’s the last to sit down, taking the empty placebetween Jonah and Katrina. He looks blankly at me, his eyes filled withlet’s just get this over withenergy.

“All right,” I say, reluctantly dropping my things onto a table by the bedroom door.

A round of applause greets me as I sit down next to Christian with August and Chrissy on my other side. The rest of the circle is made up of couples wanting to keep a close eye on their honeys to be sure no one goes slipping a little too much friendly tongue.

Once I’m settled by his side, Christian grins. “All right. I’ll go first!” He leans forward, reaching for the bottle in the center of our wide circle.

He gives it a spin and there it goes, around and around. Anticipation flutters throughout the circle, the tip of the bottle sparking waves of laughter as it slows.

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