Page 16 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

“I’m surprised he wanted to do this tour with us if I’m honest.”

“Speaking of, where’s number four?” My eyes jump between the two of them and Adam. “You have another brother here, right?”

“Yeah, we do. You know, Jackson has that girlfriend he thinks he’s been hiding from us,” Reed starts, and I shoot him an amused glance. “So he opted out and I’m sure they’re on a video call instead.”

“Are you pouting because he hasn’t introduced her yet?” I ask with a grin, noting how he purses his lips. “Cute.”

“I just don’t get it, we’re nice. Right?” He looks over me to Tanner who bursts into laughter.

“So nice,” he presses out, and now I even see Adam’s shoulders shake with laughter.

I want to poke, annoying Reed seems like fun, but Adam and Lily come to a stop in front of us and I get on my tiptoes to look past them.

"Damn," I whisper, my eyes jumping all over the place, not knowing where to look first.

The house looks like all the other houses I’ve seen so far: red-ish brown bricks and white window frames. There is no way I would have known this is a brothel during the day. But now that it’s night, the windows are lit in neon pink, a faint sound of music coming from inside and there’s a woman in underwear dancing in each of the ground level windows.

A part of me wants to take out my phone and take a picture—nobody will believe me otherwise, right? The other, winning part of me feels icky about it, so I leave it right where it is.

"What bombshells, right?" Reed says dreamily, biting his lip as he intently studies all of the windows.

“And they canmove,” Tanner adds, and I shake my head at them.

"Don’t let me stop you guys," I say and slowly slip away from in between them to raised eyebrows and confused looks. "Oh, you don’t have to keep me company, either," I add with a knowing look to the couples and gesturing toward the dancing women. “Go knock yourselves out. I won’t tell anyone.”

"Please," Reed huffs and rolls his eyes at me. "They might be hot as fuck, but I’m not so desperate to get my dick wet that I’d pay for sex. How about you, Tanner?"

"I’m good." Tanner shoots us a wide grin, before turning right back around to watch the women.

"Kind of discriminatory there are no guys, though," I point out with a pout. What I’d give to have a sexy, half-naked man to ogle too right now. But the two of them shake their heads and both of the couples are in deep conversations on their own.

"Figures you two wouldn’t mind." Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes and I breathe a deep sigh into the cold air, watching it turn white in front of my face.

"This makes so much sense though,” Reed starts, and I wonder where this trail of thought will be going. “Just think of it—no hassle, just some good old fucking. Nothing more, nothing less."

“You make it sound like ordering food,” Tanner muses, making his younger brother shrug and give him a look that’s heavy with meaning. “Ah. Point taken.”

“Like takeout sex?” I giggle, but the more I think about it, the better it actually sounds, until I find myself nodding. "There have been days I would’ve gone for that."

Reed starts coughing while Tanner bursts into laughter when his brother’s cheeks turn beet red.

"You’re very direct," Tanner notes, voice laced with amusement.

"What’s direct about that?" I raise my eyebrow. “I’m talking about sex. You know, just like you two did.”

He’s about to answer and I’m all too curious about what the difference here is supposed to be to call me ‘direct’ when another voice from behind me creeps up my spine like a way-too-hard fingernail.

"Summer."

I freeze in my tracks, closing my eyes. Nope. This is not happening to me.

“Summer!”

Fuck. The voice only turns louder, until I take a deep breath, force a smile onto my face and turn around in slow motion, wishing I was anywhere but here.

"Mom? Dad?"

A look of pure embarrassment washes over my face, and from the corner of my eye, I see Reed and Tanner scrambling in a move so comical it would give Tom and Jerry a run for their money.

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