Page 13 of Nothing Left to Lose

Had he felt my hard-on when we were cuddling? Did he misread that for something it wasn’t?

What exactly wasn’t this, Brody?

Your dick was hard because of him, stop denying it.

Okay, so my brain was a traitor.

Treason of the highest order, right along with my dick.

Fuck them both.

“You sure you’re okay?” Miller asked, just as the elevator doors opened. Then he laughed. “Maybe the second bottle of champagne was a bad idea.”

“Yeah, I mean, what could possibly go wrong?” I joked.

And then Carina spotted us, smiling at us holding hands. There was no cameraman this time, thank god.

“Are we ready for this?” she asked, far too excited.

“Always ready for food,” I said.

“Did you get the champagne?” she asked.

“Uh, yes, he did,” Miller replied.

I laughed. “You had some. It wasn’t just me.”

He leaned into my side, cute as hell, and gave Carina one of his charming smiles. “But yes, we are ready for food.”

“Excellent! Come this way. Just a few formalities first,” she said, leading us to what looked like conference room doors.

Again, my too-buzzed brain should have clicked a whole lot sooner... because she opened the doors and led us into a huge room full of people at tables. They stopped chatting, stared at us, and waited.

“Your attention, please,” Carina said proudly. “Please welcome, Misters Miller Norton and Brody Molina.”

Everyone applauded.

Oh, sweet mother of god.

Miller shot me a what-the-fuck look masked with a smile, and god knew what my face said. It must not have been good because Carina put her hand on my arm.

“Surprised?” she asked.

“Ah, yes,” I squeaked. “Just a bit.”

“Come in and mingle. There’ll be a few photos before food is served.”

She dragged us over to a group, who turned out to be execs from the contest organizer, plus the radio station sponsors, and other people I had no hope of remembering.

It was all such a blur.

We smiled, shook hands with everyone, posed for promo photos, and before too long, I was feeling far too sober.

Like he could read my mind, Miller plucked two flutes of champagne from a waiter. Smiling brightly, he handed me one. “What the actual fuck is happening?”

I downed half my glass and tried to smile back at him. “I have no idea.”

“You didn’t know this was happening?” His lips barely moved when he spoke.

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