“How the fuck did we pull that off?” Chanel asked.
“I’m a professional at concealing this kind of stuff,” I said.
“That what they teach you as a Navy SEAL?”
“Among other things,” I said with a grin.
“We made a mess.”
“We could go back to my room and clean it up,” I said.
“Tommy’s probably there with someone,” she said.
“Is your room available?” I asked.
“It might be. Worth a check, right?”
I kissed her cheek as I slid my cock from her body, coated in her arousal and glistening in the dim light of the stars. I tucked my cock into my pants as she pulled up her panties, the two of us trying to make ourselves presentable. I knocked on the balcony door and the staffer let us in, a confused look on his face.
“You didn’t see us slip out here earlier?” I asked. “I was wondering when you were going to open the door.”
“Sorry, sir. My apologies,” the staffer said.
“Holy shit,” Chanel said with a giggle. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Nope,” I said with a smirk. “I wasn’t. By the way, Tommy told me that Ana signed you up for the charity date auction.
Chanel groaned and rolled her eyes. “Yes she did. Hey, why don’t you bid on me and save me from having to go on some awkward date?”
“I wish I could, but Tommy signed me up too,” I said.
“Well damn,” she said, before a sly smile slid across her lips.
“Uh oh, I know that look,” I said. “What are you up to?”
“How about a friendly wager?” she asked.
“What are your terms?” I asked.
“Whoever raises the most money gets to do whatever they want with the other for one night,” she said, her eyes going dark.
It was all I could do not to trip over my own feet. “Oh honey, you are so on.”
CHAPTER 11
CHANEL
A knock came at the door the next morning, and it took me a second to get my bearings. I looked over to see Ana in her bed and panicked as I stretched my arm out to try and find Rhett. But my bed was empty, and the sheets were cool. Maybe I should’ve been filled with relief that he had the sense to leave, but I wasn’t.
It felt empty without him there.
Another knock came at the door, forcing Ana awake. She groaned and rolled over, her eyes bloodshot with her hangover. I slid from the bed and walked over to the door, expecting to see an itinerary for today’s activities courtesy of Connie fucking Thomas.
Instead, a note had been slipped underneath the door.
“Tell Connie I’m gonna give her a black eye for breakfast,” Ana said.
“Okay,” I said as I picked up the note.