Page 36 of Twisted Legacy

LJ looks confused. “I thought you lived in Nags Creek.”

“Oh, I do. But rule number three of random hookups. You never take them back to your place.”

LJ presses, “Okay, but why Vegas instead of a closer town?”

“I get a trip, a stay in a fancy hotel with room service, some blackjack, andmaybesome stellar dick.”

LJ looks over at me. I see the wheels in her head, turning. “Yes, LJ, that could work here too, and if I were doing a random hookup, that’s the way I’d do it.”

“You mean another one. Right? Outside of the one you’ve already had.”

I drop my head. Shit, I didn’t tell them about Finn. But only because I feel like that doesn’t count. He turned into someone on my stab list.

“Thea?”

Only Sasha can say my name in such a way that makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong.

“Fine. Two. Okay? It was two, but I feel like we should just subtract the number from itself and say zero, because they don’t count. One’s an ass, the other’s an off limits ass.”

LJ, my ever inquisitive friend, asks, “Who was the second guy?”

Sasha laughs when I raise my head. “No.No way.”

I grimace, my eyes cutting to LJ. I watch as she puts it together. “One of The Trium?”

I nod.

“When? The night of my parent’s anniversary party, you were very adamant that you weren’t interested in any of them and they…”

She’s worked it out and all I can do is nod again.

“You hooked up with one of them the night of the party. It was Finn, wasn’t it? Shit. I was looking for you, and Pax and Holden were looking for him, but it never occurred to me that the two of you were together. Then you popped back updrunk.” She crinkles her nose. “Please tell me it wasn’t in my bed.”

“LJ, god, no! I would never disrespect your space like that. It was in the room you told me to decompress in, and the stairs leading to the wine cellar, and maybe the theater room.”

“Maybe?”

“Like you said, I was drunk, and it was dark where I was hiding, but I’m pretty sure it had a huge screen.”

“Hiding?” Sasha says between laughs. I turn to her and explain, “We were playing hide and seek.”

She brushes at the tears running down her face. “Girl, this Finn guy sounds fun.”

“He’s not. He’s a manipulative asshole, just like all guys, which is why we don’t date them and keep them. The only thing men are good for is eating your pussy and sometimes a fuck.”

LJ’s mouth gapes open and I squeeze my mouth shut, because I know the look of horror on her face isn’t from my crude language. She’s staring over my shoulder. That means someone heard me. I square my shoulders and turn around, coming face to face with exhibit number one. I smirk at him, daring him to contradict my statement.

“Why are you loitering outside my building, LaReaux?”

“We’re not loitering. We’re having a private conversation before coming in.”

He holds the door open. “Well, if you’re done, are you coming in?”

LJ steps forward. “Hey, coach.”

“Breland. Get changed and hop on the treadmill.”

She groans as she walks inside, and I suppress a smile. It’s nice to see I’m not the only one who has to start off running on that damned thing. Sasha checks him out head to toe. As she walks by, she says, “Igi.”

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