Hotel O

God, he really is the best friend I could ever wish for.

“Thanks, Flynn,” I say as I buckle up.

“That’s what friends are for,” he says, winking.

I smile. “You’re the best. Sorry about that chick you had to leave there.”

“Aw, stop worrying about that,” he says, waving it off.

“I’m sure you can get a boatload of other girls with a snap of your finger,” I joke.

“That’s true.” He wriggles his brows.

“Soon, you’ll be drowning in pussy. And then you’ll have no more time for a little pick-me-up with this girl,” I say. “But that’s okay. I’ll just have to stop relying on you to hold my head above water while I navigate this … fucking ocean of assholes.”

“Kat, you know you’ll always have a special place in my heart,” he says, grinning at me like a stupid fucker. “And yeah … you really do need to stop fucking assholes.”

I laugh. “If only I could find one as chivalrous and hot as you.”

God, I’m too intoxicated to even realize what I’m saying.

“Thanks, babe,” he says, grinning. “I like you a lot when you’re drunk.”

“I know you do …” I giggle, wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

Right before we leave the parking lot, the car stops for a moment and Flynn looks my way.

“Kat …”

“What?” I mumble, feeling the sudden urge to kiss him.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know.”

Actually, I do. I’m hanging onto him. Literally, physically. I wonder how it would feel …

“Have we ever … kissed?” I ask.

He frowns, then laughs. “What, you think you actually want that?”

I only wonder because I don’t think I’ve ever thought of him that way before. I’ve never seen him in that light—as dateable material—even though he totally is.

And he’s right. I should go for better men, and he definitely is a good man.

“I don’t know. Have we ever even tried?”

He raises a brow. “No. Do you want to?”

“Sure … I guess.” I giggle, totally out of it.

I pucker my lips and lean in, and so does he. But when I get close enough to see his face, I burst out into laughter … just like he does.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t take it seriously,” he says.

I can’t even breathe; that’s how much I’m laughing right now. “Sorry, I knew it would be a failure. I can’t even think about kissing you,” I say, feeling disgusted already. “You’re like my brother.”

I guess it wasn’t meant to be. I just wanted it to be him because he’s so perfect, but I’m just not into it. At all. In fact, this whole thing makes me want to go rinse my mouth and brush my teeth.

“Phew,” he says, letting out a breath. “I was starting to worry there.”

“Nah …” I playfully punch him in the shoulder. “I just had to be sure. That’s all.”

He’s right, though. We don’t need this. We’re perfect as we are right now. No reason to ruin a good friendship.

“And the verdict is …”

“Hot but totally not for me,” I say, and we both laugh again.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, babe,” he says, hitting the gas. “Now let’s go take you home.”

Chapter 12

Declan

The event went down as expected this weekend. Though we were one girl short, the clients didn’t seem to notice. They were enjoying themselves thoroughly with the girls present, and we had an amazing lineup of games that got them excited. Many of the clients came to me at the end to tell me how much they liked the décor and how much fun they had doing whatever their filthy minds could conjure up.

Now that the pressure is off, I can finally focus on relaxing again. Though I have to keep in mind we’ll have another event soon, I still need some time off like everyone else, and today’s finally that day. At home, there’s no worry about being disturbed, so I find myself starting up my laptop for another bout of personal gratification.

However, the moment I start the chat, my eyes immediately hover over that name…

NaughtyKitten.

She’s still there even though I blocked her. I can see her name on the list of people online.

I wonder if she’s still looking. If she already found a new guy to play with. If he’s giving her as much pleasure as I did.

I sigh. I shouldn’t even think about her.

Her showing up at my office never should’ve happened.

I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve checked the picture I sent her before it was too late.

Smart girl.

But it was foolish. And, not to mention, dangerous.

She knows who I am and where I work. What if she tells someone what I do? What happens to this hotel when people find out what it is that we deliver here?

I can’t let it happen, which is why I’m so frustrated right now.

It’s the sole reason I kicked her out. Not because I don’t like her. I do. Or I did. I just can’t deal with the fact that I broke my only rules. Never meet up with a girl twice. Never expose your identity. Two of them broken now.