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“I see Gage has started flirting with you.” She looked over my shoulder.

“He’s just being cheeky,” I said, brushing off her comment.

“Gage doesn’t just flirt with anyone,” she said, smirking at me. “He’s single.”

“I don’t have time for a man,” I said, grabbing my camera and playing with it.

“Only two, right?” She waggled her eyebrows.

“Oh please, if I had two men, I wouldn’t be here, but on my back celebrating,” I said, hoping to distract her from speculating any further.

“I did that last year, and let me tell you, it was worth it,” she grinned. “Probably the best way to spend the new year.”

“Ugh, I’m jealous,” I said, imagining being with Hunter and Ro right now.

How the hell would that work? Apparently, it worked for the throuples here and I fantasized for a moment what it would look like for us. There was no way we would get to that point, but it didn’t hurt to dream about waking up to orgasms, cuddling on the couch or them taking care of me after a big scene. Being a professional athlete’s girlfriend never appealed to me but…

“Ooh, I know that look,” she said, looking excited. “Who is it?”

“Their names are butt plug and dildo,” I said, barely containing my laugh.

She laughed with me, “Keep your secrets, Valencia, but I can’t wait to hear what’s going on.”

“What’s going on, Amor?” Vincent, her husband, came up to us.

Oh god, I hope she didn’t say anything.

“Oh nothing, just Gage flirting with Valencia,” she said, as he kissed her cheek.

“Watch out for that one,” he said, giving me a hug and kissing me on the cheek.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s just being friendly.”

“Gage loves to be friendly.” She winked.

I laughed, “I don’t have time for friendship. I have too many things going on.”

“Easton has nothing but good things to say about you and the marketing director agrees,” he said, pulling Noemi to his side. “Your work ethic is incredible and if you didn’t work for the Yetis, I would have you manage social media for a few of my companies.”

“Thank you, Vincent,” I said, getting red from the praise.

“You can’t steal her,” Easton said, coming up to Vincent and wrapping an arm around him.

“I bet I could,” he smirked at Easton.

“Nope, now go sit down, dinner will be served in a moment,” he said, slapping Vincent on the ass.

“You’ll pay for that,” Vincent growled.

“I can’t wait,” he growled back. “Come on, Val, let me show you to your seat. I took the liberty of sitting you by some hockey players that decided to come and a few other sports players. I figured at least you knew the guys and would be comfortable. Plus, I knew you wouldn’t sit down and take a break unless I made you.”

Easton put a hand on my back as I waved at Noemi.

“Thanks, but you know I could have eaten later,” I said, as we walked to a table in the middle of the venue.

I immediately saw Webber, with his reddish hair, laughing at someone to his side. He looked amazing in a tux, cleaning up a lot better than I thought he could. An equally handsome man satnext to him, but he didn’t look like he played sports, he looked a little leaner than Webber. Then next to him, was someone I wasn’t expecting. Hunter.

He was sex in a suit talking to a woman right next to him. He was leaning closer to her as he said something and she smiled, kissing his cheek. She was older, but she was attractive with her subtle makeup, her updo and beautiful black dress.

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