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A giggling Kat crossed the reception area and followed Eddie back into the room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Scott and Tyler.
“Bloody hell, Scott.”
“Oh, shut up. Where do you want us?”
They managed to strike a pose where Eddie’s body covered Scott’s groin.
“You’ve put your socks down there,” Eddie said. “Be honest.”
Scott pushed himself against Eddie’s thigh. “It’s all me.”
Eddie sprang away. “You are disgusting.”
“You asked for that.”
“Photoshoot is over,” Tyler said. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
With perfect timing, there was a knock. They all leapt away from one another.
“Who is it?” Eddie called.
“It’s me,” Charlotte replied. “Who do you think?”
“Come in,” Scott shouted.
“Scott!” Tyler said.
“What is your problem? We’re going to be parading for a ton of people soon.”
Tyler sighed. “Fine.”
Kat opened up. Charlotte stood with her hands on her hips. “Taxi’s here,” she said. “My, my, Brighton is going to be a safer place with these three studs in town.”
“Fuck off,” Scott replied with a sweet smile.
She stuck her tongue out and dashed back to her desk.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Kat said, following Charlotte. “Have fun, boys.”
She let the door close.
“We need to move quick,” Tyler said. “I have no desire to bump into any of my team in this, thank you. It’s bad enough it’ll be all over social media.”
Scott stood over by the window.
“It’s outside. Let’s go, gang.”
They scuttled over to the door, ready to make a break for it.
“Wait,” Scott said. “Let me check.”
He pulled the door ajar and peeped out.
“Coast’s clear.”
They stole out of the meeting room.
Charlotte immediately gave them a wolf whistle.
