Page 35 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

Raleigh shrugged. “More shots, show you girls Fremont, then head back to our rooms at the Bellagio. We have some bottles there.”

Lucia and her friend looked at each other again, and Lucia seemed wary. “We’ll see how the night goes,” she said.

Olivia moved closer to Raleigh, trailing a finger down the middle of his shirt. “Well, I, for one, will definitely be going back to your room.”

Lucia jabbed her friend. “Olivia!”

“What? I like to be upfront about my intentions,” Olivia replied.

Lucia rolled her eyes as Olivia continued, “I made this sex pact.”

Raleigh’s eyebrows rose as his eyes quickly darted to mine before focusing on Olivia again.

Lucia elbowed Olivia, and Olivia hissed, “What? These guys are like straight from our books. You can’t tell me you don’t want to hook up with them.”

Lucia’s whole face flushed red as I fought back a laugh.

“What is this sex pact?” Raleigh asked as he draped an arm around Olivia’s shoulders.

Lucia crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes again. “Olivia here wants to have sex with a guy in every city we stop at on our road trip.”

I chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Olivia replied, giving Lucia a pointed look.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” Raleigh commented.

Olivia and my brother started flirting and laughing. Lucia rubbed her arms, and she looked uncomfortable. “Hey, you know I don’t expect the same from you.”

She gave me a small smile. “It’s not that I don’t find you attractive, because I do, but that’s just not me.”

I grinned. “And that’s okay. Not everyone is as forward as your friend.”

She laughed. “That’s one word for her.”

I wanted Lucia to feel more comfortable with me, so I changed the subject, “Tell me something about yourself.”

Her cheeks flushed again, and she let out a nervous giggle. “Like what?”

I shrugged. “Your favorite things. Anything about you.”

She paused for a moment, pursing her full lips. “Well, my favorite food is sancocho.”

“Never heard of it,” I said. “What is it?”

“It’s a Colombian stew, usually served with rice. My mom makes it once a week because my sisters and I love it so much.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “What about you?”

“Lasagna. It’s the ultimate comfort food for me.” I tried to think of something else to ask her. “What about your favorite movie?”

“Steel Magnolias, hands down.”

I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck. “I’ve never seen it.”

Her jaw dropped, and her eyebrows flew up. “What?”

“I mean, it’s a chick flick, right?” I chuckled.

“Well, yeah, but it’s a classic. And it’s so much more than a typical chick flick.”

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