Page 101 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

I wasn’t moving quite as fast. In fact, saying I was wobbly wouldn’t have been inaccurate.

Plus, the wall kept moving. Weird.

Jamie motioned for me to give her my room card and I handed it over. “Who wants that between their teeth?”

I shook my head. “What?”

“Fur. Between their teeth. You know, when you’re eating—”

I held up a hand. “Got it. Pervert.”

She opened the door to our suite, holding the door for me. “After you.”

I gave her what I hoped was a normal, non-drunken smile and sailed through the doorway. Jamie immediately moved to the mini bar and poured herself some champagne. At my surprised look, she kicked off her killer boots and padded barefoot across the marble floor to offer me some. “Hello, we need an afterparty from that party.”

I took the glass from her and sipped. Because basically, I was an idiot.

“Besides, I figure you need just a little bit more lubrication to tell me all about your bangfest.”

I kept drinking, although my sips were far smaller this time. And my buzz had changed into a warm, sleepy feeling I wanted to cling to for all I was worth.

“Let me change first.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Jamie was already camped out in a chair in the living room area of the suite, her long legs flung over the arm as she scanned her phone. She held her other hand out for her champagne glass.

I winced as I returned the nearly empty glass. Guess I was still thirsty after all.

“Seriously?” Jamie tossed back what was left and went back to her phone.

After a quick trip to the ladies, I attacked my nest of curls with my comb before declaring it hopeless. That would be tomorrow’s problem. I’d just pulled on a silky camisole that doubled as my nightwear and tied up my hair when my phone rang.

Heart foolishly racing, I ran to the purse I’d dropped on my bed and checked the readout. Same as earlier. Unknown number.

Not Alex.

Sighing heavily, I threw back the covers of my neatly made bed and crawled inside. God, cushy mattresses were wonderful things. Then I clicked to accept the call right before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?”

Just like earlier, the sounds on the other end of the line were muffled. Scratchy. Nearly unintelligible. Until one thick growl came through, and a faint moan that could’ve been mine.

Was it mine?

Before I could figure it out, the caller clicked off.

What the fuck?

I tossed my phone and it bounced off the edge of my bed.

Something else to deal with tomorrow too.

“Uh oh. Pissy princess.”

Jamie’s teasing nickname made me burrow deeper into my pillows. I wasn’t a princess.

I closed my eyes. Or Alex’s duchess. Obviously.

“So, are you hiding your face over there because your lover sucked so bad? If so, don’t be ashamed. Not all tricycles are worth driving off the lot. That’s why they have training wheels.”

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