Page 13 of Claiming Atlas

I close the door before he can finish that question. Do I look like a chick? No, I don’t want orange juice. What the fuck.

After I reread the invitation again to double check the date and time, I set it on the table in the foyer and shrug out of my clothes on the way to my bed.

This better betitillating, whatever it is.

“Who was at the door?”

I pause, then turn around. “Man, how many times a day can one dude take a shit?”

Red shrugs. “Flying fucks up my stomach.”

I shake my head and nod toward the invitation on the table in the foyer. “Some invite to some thing this weekend.”

He walks over to the table, picks up the invitation, then looks up at me, one bushy brown eyebrow raised. “Titillate.” He chuckles.

We get along because we both have the maturity of twelve-year-olds.

I laugh. “Right?”

He looks at the envelope and frowns. He glances at the door, then steps over to lock the dead bolt. “How’d they know you were here?” He holds up the envelope.

“No idea.” I shrug. “But that’s why I have you.” I kick my jeans toward the master bedroom, then pull off my t-shirt. “Night, bro.”

“Night, boss.”

Chapter Seven

Kayla

Just after eleven o’clock means the night’s only getting started for the Vegas club scene. Yippee. I pretend I’m not dead on my feet and wishing for my night to end, because Scarlet is more excited than I’ve seen her over a guy for at least a year.

I think back to the last big heartbreak and the thought of Jason Gregory sends a shudder through my body. That guy was one of the biggest assholes to ever walk into the club, and for months I didn’t think Scarlet’s heart would ever heal from his total destruction. One of these days I hope she’ll learn that we shouldn’t shit where we eat. Dating guys that come into Top Tier should be an obvious no, but... here we go again.

The guys are leaning against a black Range Rover. They’ve ditched their suit jackets, unbuttoned their dress shirts a bit, and rolled up their sleeves. They’re ready to let loose and look like just the kind of mistake I’d live to regret. A mistake I’ve done quite well avoiding since I moved to this city five years ago.

But I’ll be honest, all work and no play makes me feel dull as hell sometimes.

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