Page 40 of The Stud

So simplystandingtoo close to topless women can becomemybad publicity?

“That did not happen,” I calmly insist.

“And yet,” a spin movement to continue the conversation is executed, “that’s not how the PR department feels.”

“You know having aprized girlfriendon your arm would absolutely help those headlines,” Audrey shamelessly plugs.

“Agreed,” Khurana effortlessly backs. “Having someonelike Audrey-”

“Or Audrey,” she insists.

“-would be a great idea.” He cockily beams. “Perhaps eventhe bestidea.”

Maybeheshould hook up with Audrey.

Two adversaries, one sword sort of sitch.

“Oh, Khuranaaaaaaaa,” sings the woman of my nightmares while rushing towards him. “I need to talk to you about something…”

Thankful for the end of our regulation period together, I resume the mission I was in the middle of when Becks – who I still need to finish my message to – sent me a text.

I need to figure out where the woman destined to wear my number has been hiding all morning.

And I know she’s hiding just like I know those fake headlines add to her justification of it.

The sight of Bricks practically running for the parking lot should be enough of an indicatornotto bother him, yet growing desperation convinces me to take the shot anyway. “You seen Hoss?”

“Sick,” he answers, body rotating to keep eye contact while continuing to move towards the parking lot doors. “And so is Mario.”

“Apologies,” I genuinely express. “Need an apple?”

“Nah,” denies the GM’s husband with a small headshake. “Our nanny’s got me. But Hoss might.”

His suggestion has me instantly smirking the second his back is to me again.

Why yes.

She just might.

And what a top cheddar way to show her I truly do give a shit than to care for her in her most vulnerable hour?

Brilliant!

“Nyet,” Cap unexpectedly grunts over my shoulder causing me to practically jump out of my kicks prior to facing him.

“Fuck,you need a bell.”

“You need a muzzle.” He folds his arms firmly across his over-sized chest. “And a trainer. And to be neutered.”

“I am not a puppy.”

“You hump like one.”

“I haven’t humped anything in ages!”

“And what is the Doctenn definition of ages, Snowman?” The quirked eyebrow he presents indicates he’s far from amused. “A day? Two?”

“Much longer than that.”

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