Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

Looking to lower your inhibitions? Drink me! Satisfaction guaranteed.

Rainey pulls out her phone and starts moving her thumbs along the screen. She waits for a moment until it vibrates with an incoming message. “They’re at the hotel next to ours. He said he can be back in our room in twenty minutes, which is perfect because that’s about how long it would take me to get there.”

Devyn’s on her phone too. “Riley and Drew are heading back with him. Charlee, what do you think about Riley and I making ourselves scarce?” She winks. “It would give you a chance to spend some alone time with my brother while Brody is otherwise occupied.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Are you trying to play matchmaker, Devyn?”

“Maybe,” she shrugs. “Or maybe you just gamble for a few hours and then go back to your rooms for the night. It’s your call.”

I down the rest of my vodka tonic. Why the hell not? If there’s anything worth exploring with Drew, what better way to find out than a night out in Vegas?

“All right, go get freaky with your fiancé. I’ll see what I can do about the Drew situation.”

“Awesome!” She smiles. “I’m texting him right now telling him to meet you here.”

“I guess I’ll just order another drink and wait then.”

Devyn and Rainey are already standing up and grabbing their purses. Before she leaves, Devyn leans over to give me a little hug. “Good luck.”

I’m not sure luck will help me find a loophole in this whole Bro Code thing Drew seems to live by, but I guess I’m about to find out.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

DREW

Fuck, this is dangerous.

Charlee hasn’t noticed me yet so I’m watching as she sits on a barstool talking animatedly to some hipster douchebag. She’s wearing the same little black dress that she wore to my sister’s engagement party. I’ve had many fantasies about that damn dress over the last three months. Lifting it just enough to fit my face between her thighs... its straps falling off her shoulders as I’m taking her up against a wall...pulling it over her head and throwing it on my bedroom floor. You name it, I’ve probably jerked off to it. And now that I’ve actually seen her nearly naked body? The real thing is even better than I imagined, bringing my fantasies to a whole other level. Damn it, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

Down, boy.

Right before I split up with the guys, Brody felt the need to remind me again to stay away from his sister. I know it’s the honorable thing to do. It’s the safe thing to do. But when I look at Charlee—or hell, even think about her—playing it safe is the last thing I want to do. And c’mon, we’re in Vegas! You’re supposed to do crazy shit.

She finally sees me out of the corner of her eye and immediately jumps out of her seat. “Drew! You’re here!” She turns back to the douche. “My friend is here now. Thanks for the drink.”

The guy’s face falls when he looks over his shoulder and sees me. I puff my chest out and give him the stare down. Yeah, that’s right buddy, she’s mine. Wait a second...I mean she’s with me. Not with me, with me, but...oh fuck it, you know what I meant. However you want to look at it, she’s spending the evening with me so fuck off, dude.

Charlee practically skips to where I’m standing and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her chest against mine. Why does she have to be so handsy all the damn time? And smell so fucking edible? Is she trying to make this harder?

See what I did there?

She squeezes me tighter and I’m pretty sure those are her nipples poking me in the chest. I recite baseball stats in my head to distract my dick.

Nice try, but it’s not going to work, my dick says.

Asshole.

“Hi,” she says in a breathy voice. “You ready to have some fun?”

I groan as I pull out of her embrace, my eyes automatically falling to her tits. Yep, those were definitely her nipples rubbing up against me. As I make my

way to her face, I see that her eyes are a little glassy and her cheeks are flushed. Shit, is she drunk?

“How many drinks have you had, Charlee?”

She rolls her eyes. “All day? I don’t know. Here? Three. But I’m fine—I’ve been drinking water and eating all day. Aaaaand, I can hold my liquor. How many drinks have you had?”

“A lot.” I shrug. “But I’m a helluva lot bigger than you are.”