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“Your pussy must be sweet to have caught Coop’s attention.”

Glancing up, I frown when he sits down without an invitation and smirks like a dick.

Since I can’t think of a response that isn’t something along the lines of fuck right off, I merely stare at him until he continues.

“So, what’s the angle, baby? Whatever you think you need, Cooper isn’t going to play,” he says silkily, but he’s watching me like a hawk.

What does this fucker want?

Raising a brow, I murmur, “Play?”

This guy is fucking skeevy. Wherever Cooper found him, he needs to put him right back, except I’m sitting in a rundown hotel off the strip surrounded by shady characters which leads me to believe that despite my candy cane wishes of happily ever after, Cooper isn’t any better than Suit, or the dick sitting across from me.

His eyes alight with cruel amusement as he runs a finger down my arm, and says quietly, “You like big dick, baby? Coop’s eventually gonna lose interest but I can give you a good time.”

My skin crawls at his disgusting invitation and I push around to the other side of the booth to stand. Unfortunately, he follows, grabbing my arm and pulling me around.

“Let go of me,” I say through clenched teeth.

He makes a show of dropping my arm with a sly smile and I raise my chin because I refuse to show my uneasiness, but my arm burns from his grip and his demeanor is decidedly vicious.

“I’ve got your number sweetheart and if you don’t want me to spill the beans to Cooper, you’ll do whatever I want. You feel me?”

“No, I don’tfeelyou,” I growl, and he looks me over with a wicked gleam in his eye. Unfortunately, my skin burns at the contact, and I’m tempted to escape to the nearest bathroom and douse myself in bleach.

“I know about your little game. If you want me to keep your secret, bad girl, you better start acting real nice to me.”

For a moment, I just stare at his slimy face before I lean into him and hiss, “Whatever you think you know, there’s far more at stake than me performing disgusting acts. Drop the bullshit. You ain’t saying shit.”

I’m taking a risk, but I have to assume if he knows anything it’s because he’s as deep in this shit as me and that means he knows the players and how dangerous they are.

Let him ruin it all, and die trying. Is wet dick worth that? Nope. Besides, I’d rather die than perform for this weasel.

“We’ll see,” he says with a smirk, but I see the frustration he can’t hide.

“What’s going on?” Cooper asks behind me.

Jordan glances up with a tepid smile and I spin on my heel, suddenly exhausted and ready to be away from this dick. Pronto.

“You done?” I ask brusquely, stepping around him and toward the door,

Cooper follows behind me quietly and it’s not until we’re in the car that I note his distraction. His eyes are a thousand miles away and a deep furrow lives between his brows.

Strangely, I want to comfort him, and I touch his arm, my stomach cramping uncomfortably when he finches away from me.

Dropping my hand, I silently sigh and turn my gaze away, but he grabs my chin and pulls me back. “What’s up?”

When I search his pretty eyes, I see he’s still battling something, but I know nothing about him or how to bring him out of his funk.

“Nothing,” I whisper, and he turns to the window.

Swallowing the unease, I pull my phone from my bra when it buzzes and smile sadly at Lorri’s words.

Did you get laid yet? You better not be wasting time in Sin City!

“Who’s Lorri?” Cooper asks gruffly and I close out my phone before shoving it in my bag.

“My, um, sister.”

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