Page 92 of Play to Win

“Right.”Everly nods.“But if anyone asks what kind of penis I prefer, my answer is ‘a hard one.’”

Laughter breaks out, including me.Jesus.

Wyatt is looking at Everly like he wants to whip out his dick and show her how impressive he is, and Manny’s hanging on Taylor’s every word.And as I meet Lacey’s dancing eyes, both of us clearly thinking about the size of my junk, which she seems quite happy with, I want to drag her upstairs and get naked.

Our impromptu party continues until midnight, when Taylor gets up to leave and Manny says he’ll walk her home because it’s dark.

“It’s three doors down,” she protests, but he insists and they’re gone.

Wyatt and his buddy get up too, leaving only Everly.

“Wow, that guy’s an asshole,” Everly says.

I blink.“Who?”

“Wyatt.”She shakes her head.“You should trade him.”

“Jesus.Don’tyoustart telling me who to get rid of.Your dad’s bad enough.”

Everly grins.“Is he giving you a hard time?”

“Yeah.”I shake my head.“It’s okay, I can handle him.”

“Yeah, me too.Let me know if you need any help.”She wrinkles her nose.“Did he hire you to be his yes-man?”

I choke.Because I had that thought myself.“If he did, he made a big mistake.I already told him that’s not what I’m here for.”

“Good for you.He respects people who stand up to him.”She stands, yawning.“I’ll pick you up at one,” she tells Lacey.

I frown.“What for?”

“We’re going for pedicures.”Everly grins at me.

This is another thing I’m not sure I like—Lacey being friends with Everly.What if she lets it slip that the reason she’s here is to prop up my bruised ego?And also to save her ass from mobsters.I don’t know if I totally trust Everly, given who her mother is.

“My toes are a mess.”Lacey straightens her legs to inspect her feet.

“Thanks for the wine and pizza.”Everly crosses the patio.“Where did I leave my purse?”

Lacey and I follow her into the living room.

“It’s here.”Lacey grabs the designer bag and hands it to Everly.“It was fun, thanks for coming over.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And we’re alone.

Lacey meanders into the kitchen and contemplates the mess.“This can wait until morning.”

“I’ll do it.”

She sighs.“You just can’t leave it, can you.”

“Nope.”

“I’ll help.”

“No, go to bed if you want.”

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