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“What do you think?” I ask Rory, holding up a tight red mini dress. “I love the cut of this one.”

“I bet you do,” she smirks. “The top of that will put your entire chest on display.”

“Well,” I reply, “I did say I want to torture Knox.”

“Then it’s the perfect choice.” Rory walks over to join me next to the closet, looking through her own options. “Do you think this black dress would be cute?”

“Hell yes, Rory. You’d look hot in that,” I say, running my hand over the sequined black fabric.

“Really?” she asks. “You don’t think it’ll be too tight?”

“Ror, it’s a loose, flared skirt. It won’t be tight. Honestly, if I were you, I’d be more concerned about my tits popping out the top of it.”

Rory chokes down a laugh as she sits down on the guest bed. “Fashion tape is my best friend on nights like these.”

“I thoughtIwas your best friend?!“ I say in mock offense. “Rory Fisher, I’m heartbroken.”

She playfully shoves my shoulder as I sit down next to her. “You’re so fucking ridiculous, Lo.”

“The ridiculousness is just a perk of my friendship.” I pretend to bow, and Rory falls back onto the bed as she laughs.

“Girl, just get dressed. They have to be pissed that we’re still not ready.”

It’s been so long since I’ve been to a club. They aren’t nearly as packed on a weeknight, but there are still a good number of people here. Enough to make Knox and Cole get us into the VIP area so we’re not surrounded by their fans all night.

There aren’t many people back here with us, and the ones that are have largely left us alone, even if they do keep eyeing Knox and Cole as they try to figure out why they recognize them. And we have our own bar and dancefloor, meaning Rory and I don’t need to join the throngs of sweaty people in the main part of the club.

And dancing back here means Knox and Cole have been able to keep an eye on us all night.

Andfuck, has Knox kept an eye on me.

His eyes are roaming every part of my body.

He groans each time I throw my arms up.

He bites his lip every time I shake my hips.

I’ve never felt sexier.

“Damn,” Rory says, walking back with another drink for me and breaking me out of my thoughts. “Knox has been eye-fucking you all night.”

“He’s just checking out his girlfriend in front of everyone else here,” I shrug.

Rory stares at me in disbelief. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s all it is.” She leans closer to me. “Certainly couldn’t have to do with him wanting to rip that dress off you.”

“Rory Fisher!” I shout while a deep blush crosses my cheeks and chest.

As I try to compose myself, I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist. “That’s definitely part of it,” Knox says behind me.

“Fucking spare me, please,” Cole groans, walking up to stand to the side of Rory and me.

“You complain too much,” I chastise.

Rory elbows Cole in the side. “Get yourself laid, Pierce, and you won’t be complaining anymore.”

“Yeah…” he replies uneasily, rubbing the back of his head. “But I don’t really want something casual.”

“So get a girlfriend then,” I say back, leaning against Knox’s chest.

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