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I’d rather forget.”
    Monroe rolls her eyes as she shakes her head. “Listen, the next time he tries to get you to submit, do it.”
    “He’s not. We’re done. He has a new girlfriend.”
    “Sometimes you can be so smart yet so dense. He’s not done with you. He was trying to get your attention, and it worked!”
    I frown. “Huh?”
    She takes my shoulders. “Apparently he wants you to submit to him. So just do it.”
    I squirm out of her grasp. “No, and why are you asking me to do that? It’s warped.”
    “Men like that shit. It turns them on.”
    “Well, it doesn’t turn me on. And if that’s the case, then why do all the bitches have the best guys? Huh?”  
    “I’m a bitch, and I’ve had horrible luck with men,” she says. “Let’s start with Charlie. I bet Angelina would climb a tree if he asked her to.”
    “Not even the least bit true. But he is into her tits in a strange way. Charlie and Jack are alike—they fixate on tits and ass and shit like that. They’re both Scorpios. I’m positive that has something to do with it.”
    Monroe lifts her shirt. “But I have great tits.”
    I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, you do. You bought a great pair.”
    She elbows me. “Screw you.”
    “It’s not even that hers are real and yours aren’t. Their fixations are specific. It can be a mole or the way the nipple is shaped. I’ve seen Angel’s tits. They slope like a slide. She’s got great ones.”
    “Don’t tell me that. I’m already jealous of her.”
    “You shouldn’t be, especially if Charlie’s the reason.”
    “Humph, but Charlie’s a Scorpio?”  
    “Um-hum.” I gaze off thoughtfully. “I can’t figure out what sort of mojo Daisy is working on Jack. When they’re together, they fuck twenty-four seven.”
    “Maybe it’s her pussy.”
    We both burst into laughter. I’m laughing because hot damn, I think that’s it!
    Monroe pats my thigh. “Get some rest, because I’m having a party tonight.”
    I sigh. “Not tonight, Roe. I’m not in the mood.”
    She leaps to her feet. “This isn’t going to be your run-of-the-mill fun, bump, and fuck party.” She smirks. “Well, all of that will happen, but we’re going to be on the outside looking in.”
    I frown. “Huh?”  
    She flexes her eyebrows. “Rest and then come to my closet,” she sings. Monroe dances out of sight.  
    I pull the blanket over my shoulders and turn on my side to stare at the wall. My head is sleepy, but my heart won’t let me rest. Vince hasn’t called me. Double fuck Vincent Adams. I probably should’ve gotten involved with Robert Tango instead. At least with him, there would be no blurred lines. He’s always been clear about what he wants from me—legs spread, insert dick.  
    I flip onto my other side and try to get comfortable. It’s not working. My muscles are too tense. I kick off the blanket, sit up, pull off Monroe’s come-fuck-me T-shirt, and go for a swim. I lap the pool until my arms and legs grow heavy. I dry myself with a towel and then wrap it around my head.  
    Back in my room, I check my phone. I have missed calls from everyone except Vince. Jerk . I stretch across the bed, lying on my stomach, and close my eyes. Inch by inch, I creep off to sleep.  
    Robert Tango and I are in the elevator, riding up to the twenty-seventh floor. It’s dim, and cheesy red light flashes. I’m in that slinky, back-out dress Monroe gave me. I’ve tried it on several times, but the message it sends is far too distracting for my taste. Robert strides across the small space, and his hooded gaze is so sexy. He spins me around, lifts my arms over my head, and slaps my palms against the wall. I gasp when his healthy erection stabs my ass.  
    “You want this, don’t you?” His warm breath blows in my ear.  
    His tongue traces circles and lines down my back. He’s moaning, getting off on dry-humping me. I toss my head back, and the sounds of our whimpers crash around us. I want to milk his