Seeing her so vulnerable almost made me want to wrap her in my arms and protect her. I caught a brief flash of an expression on her face that worried me and made me stop. Then she got determined.
“I’m desirable, and I’ll prove it to you,” she said as she untied her robe and turned to Tim and Wolf. “You both want to spend time with me, don’t you?”
She walked up to my two friends and checked their arousal. I momentarily flashed on Groper, the girl who had checked everyone’s package in LA. Was this something new no one had told me about? Tim and Wolf looked like they weren’t quite sure what to do as she got a firm grip. Then Wolf seemed to snap out of it.
“Hell, yeah,” Wolf said.
Chloe grabbed a hand from each of them and pulled Wolf and Tim towards one of the bedrooms. She turned her head and gave me the stink eye. The guys were focused on her magnificent body. In the past, they’d both commented on how they wished they could spend time with her. I imagine they’d been fantasizing about her since seeing her on screen. I stood in stunned silence as the three of them sashayed into the bedroom, and the door closed.
Paul picked that moment to come into the room.
“We have a security breach,” I told him.
I explained about Chloe, and when we heard the unmistakable sounds of lust, I decided I’d had enough.
“Let’s get out of here. I need to go for a drive to clear my head,” I admitted.
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I really didn’t want to be pissed at my friends for taking advantage of the situation. Chloe Larkin was smoking hot, but I felt betrayed that they would be so easily led into having sex with her.
My personal code would never have allowed me to do it if she’d hooked up with one of them before me. At least, not without checking to see if they were okay with it. I also had a small problem with wondering if she was in her right mind or not. The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me.
We had stopped at a red light behind a couple of cars when I glanced out the window down an alley.
WTF?! Did someone just fall out of a window and straight into a dumpster? Did they jump, fall, or were they pushed?
I unlocked my door and hopped out to go assist whoever had dumpster-dived.
“David … for shit’s sake. What are you doing?” Paul called after me.
I ran down the alley, came to the dumpster, and heard a moan. Behind me, horns blared as Paul made an illegal U-turn and parked the car in front of the alley.
“You need help?” I asked as I looked into the dumpster.
A woman, on her hands and knees in bags of trash, looked back up at me. I guessed we must have been behind a bar because the stench of sour beer was overpowering.
“Eww, I’m all wet,” she complained.
Paul came pounding up behind me.
“What the hell is going on?” he asked.
I pointed at my dumpster find.
“Someone threw a perfectly good girl in the trash. I figured we better claim her before someone else did,” I said.
“I can hear you,” she grumbled.
She stood up and looked at us.
“Is one of you going to help me out?” she asked.
Her tone said she thought we were mentally challenged when we just stared at her.
Gazing back at us were sparkling blue eyes that captured my full attention. I wanted to simply gaze into them for the rest of the night. She had kinky black tresses that stuck out every which way, like a rag doll you’d just pulled out of the dryer with its hair full of static electricity.
Her small frame and delicate features made her look more like a young girl than the full-grown woman she obviously was. One glance at the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips confirmed she was older than me; I would guess in her early 20s.
Before I had a chance to help her climb out, Paul stepped forward and offered her a hand.
“Here. Grab hold,” he said and hoisted her out.
When she landed on the ground, she stumbled back because one of her shoes was missing. I reached out and grabbed her before she fell down.
“Oh, no. My shoe and purse are still in there,” she said as she hobbled to the side of the dumpster and looked in. She pointed. “See? Right there.”
“I’ll help hoist you back in,” I suggested helpfully.
We locked eyes. I hated her at that moment, mainly because Mr. Happy suddenly made his presence known. He wanted me to jump on my white charger and help her because he wanted to do naughty things with her later. The big brain couldn’t quite get over the fact that she smelled like she’d just come out of a dumpster.
“You have something in your hair,” I said, pointing.
“Get it out,” she said, freaking out a little.
I looked closer and wrinkled my nose, which caused her to start running her fingers through her hair. When she touched the wet napkin—at least, that’s what I hoped it was—she almost lost it.
“Eww!”
Paul stepped forward and plucked it out, and it stuck to his fingers. I laughed when he tried to flick it off, and it sailed onto her blouse, causing her to flail around as she attempted to knock it away. It finally came loose and splattered on the ground, leaving a disgusting wet spot.
