Page 122 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

“No, because you’re gonna go bang Mr. Grey.”

“Shut up. I didn’t say that.” I crossed my arms. “He’s not a Mr. Grey anyway.” Okay, so he liked to pull my hair and maybe was a little into breath play, but…

Jesus.

I definitely couldn’t lead with that information.

“I recognize the look.” She uncrossed her endless legs and stood. “And your suit is probably already juicy at the thought of that D.”

“Oh my God.”

“Probably what you’ll be saying in a few hours.”

“I didn’t say I was going to see him.”

“Right. I bet George is on speed dial to get you to the airport.”

I shrunk down on the couch. “I don’t know.”

I was tempted. God, how I was tempted. But Alex made precious little time for me due to the studio project he was working on. Probably multiple projects, the secretive bastard. What if I showed up and he just blew me off anyway?

Then I’d have to murder him.

I only had a couple of days off and I didn’t really want to spend time weighing down his body to toss it in the Hudson. Or if he did actually make time for me because I was in town, was that worse? I didn’t want to just be the itch he scratched when it was convenient. I’d never been that girl and wouldn’t become her for Alexander Nash.

Jamie stared down at me. “Just don’t lose your head.”

“Where’s it going to go?”

?

??You know what I mean. Don’t be fucking obtuse.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Fuck you.” She flipped her braid back so it swung between her shoulder blades. “Later.”

“Love you too,” I called after her.

She held up two middle fingers as she sailed out the door.

My catsuit had seen better days. Thankfully, I had a couple versions of it because this one was on death’s door. I didn’t even bother putting it aside to ask if Mel, our wardrobe girl, could resurrect the sparkly suit. It went right into the trash can in my dressing room. I headed to the small bathroom for a quick shower, my skin prickling because it could finally breathe again.

I refused to believe it was because he might be down the hall.

In fact, I took an extra few minutes in the shower to deep-condition my hair and then lather up my skin with lotion after the shower. I even did a quick blow-dry of my curls.

If Alex was here, he’d have to hold his ass this time.

Teagan knocked on the door as I was tugging on my boot. “Hey, the last shuttle is ready to leave. Do you need them to come back for you? Or are you ready?”

“I have to make a pit stop. Someone wants to talk to me.”

“Oh.”

“Ready?” Cooper’s deep voice came from behind Teagan.

She jumped and flattened her hand against her chest. “Dammit, Coop.”

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