Page 52 of Get Undressed With Me

“And he was fine with you going to this party by yourself?”

“I’m not by myself. I’m with you two.”

Dev wasn’t buying it. “You know what we mean.”

“He’s an employee, I don’t answer to him. And I certainly don’t have to ask him permission to go to a party.”

Randall frowned, confused. “But I thought you had a stalker? Isn’t that why your mom hired security in the first place?”

“My mom overreacted. And I’m sure she didn’t realize she was hiring Robbie’s brother, of all people.”

“But you do have a stalker.”

Brittany grunted, annoyed that they were right. But after the flowers at the meet and greet and then the text messages, Brittany couldn’t deny that she felt safer having Gus with her.

Still.

“I need a night out. Having a babysitter is really starting to get to me, and if I don’t let off some steam soon, I’m going to blow. The party we’re going to has a lot of security and a strict guest list, so random people can’t wander in and try anything with me. I’m not going to be alone anywhere. I just need some loud music, some fruity drink, and a hot guy to flirt with. I can’t do that with Gus following me around.”

Randall slid her another look. “Gus is pretty hot.”

Brittany shook her head, even though it was true. “He’s Robbie’s brother.”

“Robbie is an idiot. Gus is smart and kind and worth about a thousand Robbies. I don’t see the problem.”

Brittany turned to Dev, trying to prove her point. “You’d date Hayden if he and Min broke up?”

Devery snorted. “If Min and Hayden broke up, I’d have to drag him from the pit of despair he’d flung himself into and help him figure out what he did wrong. Min is it for Hayden. They’re each other’s person.”

Brittany felt the implication that Dev wasn’t saying—that she was never Robbie’s person, nor was he hers. And Brittany knew Dev was right.

Randall leveled her a serious look. “If you think Gus could be the one, then it’s worth trying. You deserve the best. Love is worth it. You only gotta look at Min and Hayden to see that.”

Min and Hayden were over the moon for each other, fierce and protective, and loving. And Brittany did want that. Someone who supported her business as a streamer and fashion influencer. Someone to come home to at night, to watch terrible shows with. Someone who wasn’t scared of her temper. Someone who cared what kind of footwear she wore.

Shit, she was in trouble. Which meant it was time to change the subject.

“What about you, Dev? Anyone on the horizon?”

Dev shrugged. “Not yet. But I can’t imagine anyone’s going to be panting after me.”

Randall’s head whipped around toward her. “Hey.”

Brittany was also offended. She had never heard Dev so down on herself.

“That’s my friend you’re talking about. Why wouldn’t someone pant after you?”

Dev shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with all the sudden aggressive friendship.

“I’m just not that outgoing, charismatic girl that people are drawn to.”

Randall’s eyes narrowed. “What people?”

“I don’t know. People.”

Brittany snorted. “Well, those people are trash, and if you see any at this party, point them out so I can throw a drink in their stupid faces.”

Dev smiled. “It’s mostly just me being down on myself. I’m sick of the rehab and all the appointments and all the doctors. I just want to have some fun, you know.”

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