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“You’re right; I don’t think I am wrong, but something tells me you’re exactly the right kind of wrong for Rylan, which is all that really matters.” There is conviction in her voice.

I face Tatum and attempt to dissuade her, “I’m not the right kind of anything for anybody.”

“We’ll see about that. But, Callen?” She rests her hand on my shoulder. “If you hurt her or make me regret the last couple things I said to you, I will chop off your balls. Don’t test me.”

I’m surprised by the hard edge behind her threat. I nod, she removes her hand from my shoulder, and the both of us go back to looking straight ahead, as if the exchange between us never happened.

Tatum waves down the bartender and effectively puts our bizarre conversation behind us.

Drink.

Drank.

Drunk.

Hours later, more than a few drinks deep and varying amounts of money lost and won, the three of us stand in the lobby of the main floor of the hotel. Tatum hiccups and then clumsily covers her mouth. Rylan attempts to scare her to force the hiccups away. It doesn’t work, and the two of them just end up in a fit of giggles.

“Where’s the room key?” Tatum searches her purse. “I can’t find it.”

“I’ll find mine,” Rylan says.

She begins to search, but I speak up, “Neither of you needs your room key.”

“Oh no, you don’t, mister.” Tatum squints her eyes at me. “You might have defended my honor tonight, but I am not joining your little sex games. I’m going to my own room. Rylan can go where she wants.”

“Tatum doesn’t want you, but I do! Your penis is like magic,” Rylan chimes in, her voice echoing throughout the hotel.

“I’ll remember you said that tomorrow when your smart mouth comes back, but I’m not trying to arrange a threesome. I upgraded your room when I got here. There is a two-bedroom suite upstairs, waiting for all of us.”

Rylan takes Tatum’s elbow and heads for the elevator, but Tatum drags her drunken feet.

“Can you just do that? Change our room reservations without us being there?” Tatum pokes me in the chest.

“Probably not, but I’m more persuasive than most.”

“I bet you are.” She glares at me with drunken eyes and doesn’t even notice that I’ve backed her into the waiting elevator.

“What about our bags?” Tatum asks through a hiccup as the doors slide shut.

“The hotel staff moved them up to our new room.”

Rylan is quiet as we ride, and when the doors open, she and Tatum follow me down the hall and watch as I swipe the card through the lock.

Tatum rubs her eyes and sways on her feet. “Where’s my room?” she asks as she trips through the main room.

I offer her my arm, which she takes, and I lead her into the second bedroom. She dives headfirst into the bed without even bothering to remove her shoes. Her crazy headband shifts awkwardly on her head. Her breathing deepens, and I return to Rylan in the main room. She stumbles, toeing off her shoes, but keeps removing clothing. Her shirt flies over her head. She shimmies out of her jeans and then turns my way as she struggles to unclasp her bra.

“Don’t just stand there! Help me! I want that magic penis, and I want it now.”

“Careful, or you might just make a man feel objectified.”

“Shut up and touch me.”

She finally gets her bra unclasped, and it slides off her body. Her panties are next, but she trips while stepping out of them. Her hair falls into her face, but she doesn’t bother to try to fix it as she kicks the material from her ankles.

She’s kind of a mess, which only amplifies as she lies down and attempts to spread her legs my way. “I want you to fuck me right here on the floor.”

“You only want it right there, on the floor, because you can’t make it to the bedroom.”

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