Page 5 of Siren's Game

And Josh is a wise man, so obviously he's right.

I know it’s the director I need to be mad at, but it doesn’t make me feel any less like sending Asher a glitter bomb right along with him.

"Want me to kick him in the nuts?"

My eyes fly to Millie, who's watching the guy with fire in her eyes. A grin wants to make its way to my face, but I swallow it down at the last moment.

"Want? Kind of, yes," I admit. Even if it's only because I want to see if Millie can even manage to do that.

She's a small woman and Asher is a pretty big guy. Even from here, I notice him towering over most of the other players.

Then I take a deep breath, hold it for a second, and release it with a deep, exhausted sigh.

"Please don't, though. It's fine. I was bummed back then, but it's okay. I'm not even mad at him, really, I'm just holding a petty grudge."

As hilarious as it would be to see her karate-kick his balls, I want to do this halftime show too badly to fuck it up.

"Petty grudge one way or the other, just say the word and I'll do it!"

I shake my head at her, now unable to contain the grin on my face. "How would you even manage to kick that high?"

I want to imagine it with her taking quite a bit of run-up, jumping, and kicking him with a roundhouse kick.

"Don't question my methods," she scolds me lovingly, her lips pursing in a pout as she goes on. "Even if I had to bring a stepper or wear platform shoes that make me four inches taller, I'd do it."

I laugh and nudge her shoulder with mine, making her stumble while giggling, as we get closer to the group. There are some people I recognize, but some of them I don't.

Naroa really should have given us some kind of call sheet so we could learn everyone's names and faces beforehand. It’s going to seem so rude of us to not know everyone.

"Are those the Walker brothers?" Millie wonders, tilting her head and I scan the group again.

She's right. I see four dark-haired heads, four guys who hit the genetic lottery jackpot, and, of course, their signature frowns.

"Isn’t the oldest one a CEO or something other executive?" she asks, tipping her chin with her finger contemplatively.

I nod. "Yeah. Adam is the CEO of Croney."

So, he’s definitely someone to network with. Croney is one of the many talent agencies in the entertainment business. What makes them stand out among their huge number of competitors is I've never heard a bad word about them.

No overworked talent. No managers who quit because of burnout. No rumors about sexism or sexual harassment.

I'm surprised they even let Adam take part in this. After all, the risk of injury is pretty high, especially since his brothers are here as well and they’re known for being a nice but rowdy bunch.

Then again, he's such a big deal that I wouldn't be surprised if no one even could tell him what to do or not.

“I did not think someone of his caliber would be here, to be honest,” Millie mumbles.

“Same,” I agree. “Neither did I think the four of them would get together for this." My eyes jump from one Walker brother to the next and holy fuck, they're all so hot it’s ridiculous. They’re attractive in completely different ways, but damn. Those really are some good genes. "But wow, I’m not mad at it.”

We're almost there when Millie suddenly digs her fingernails into my arm and freezes to the spot, stopping me in my tracks. "Kayla, who's that?"

"Huh?" I turn and look at her, confused. Then I realize that she's looking at one of the players with wide eyes, a bright blush on her cheeks as she stares open-mouthed.

What is going on?

I follow her gaze, and for a second, my stomach drops as I fear her eyes are on Asher.

The sigh of relief I let out when I realize it’s not him she’s looking at. Oh my God, she had me scared for a second.

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