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Before I knew it, we were tearing into our snacks and swapping stories like nothing had ever happened. It had only been a few days since the dinner party, but I'd missed my friend. Tiffany had always been my rock, and I was thrilled enough to have her back that I told her all about my hookups with Leighton and Craig.

"Rope?" She grinned, tapping away furiously on her phone. "Babe, that means that man is into some kinky shit. Next time you hook up, I bet he ties you up like this." She turned her screen toward me and showed me a picture of a slim blond suspended by elegant knot-work.

"Not a chance," I laughed. "I'm not some petite little thing. He would need, like, towing rope or something to do that with me."

Tiffany narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips. The sound of my door opening behind me tore my attention away from her before she could speak. Leighton leaned against my door frame, a feral grin on his face.

"Can I join the party?" He asked.

"N–"

"Yes." Tiffany cut me off.

My head whipped back toward her, and I hissed. "What are you doing? This is supposed to be girls' night. No psycho bodyguards allowed!"

"Trust me." She winked, patting the bed beside her.

Leighton shut my door and sauntered over, making himself comfortable on my bed. "So, what are we up to, ladies?"

"Truth or dare." Tiff cackled.

"Oooh, fun. I'll go first. I want a dare!"

"I can't believe either of you right now." I groaned.

"I have the perfect dare," Tiff squealed, hopping off my bed and racing into my en suite bathroom. She returned moments later with my bright green mud mask container in hand. "Let me put this on you."

"That's it? That's your dare?" Leighton cackled. "Not much of a dare, but go for it!"

Tiff clapped her hands excitedly before settling back onto the bed beside him. My mouth fell open in shock when he tilted his head back, eyes closed, and waited for her to apply the mask. My jaw was still practically on the floor when he cracked open one eye and looked at me.

"Shut your mouth before you start catching flies,ma petit démone." He smiled, chucking a finger under my chin.

My mouth snapped shut, and I watched as Tiffany plastered the mask on Leighton's face. He was surprisingly compliant while she smeared the green-tinted product across his face. When she was finished, he shifted to look at me and grinned.

"My turn!" He cheered. "Ok, Malibu Barbie, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What kind of shit are you really into when you're not withla petit démone?"

Tiff raised one brow at him. "What do you mean? I usually just shop and party. Sometimes I go on dates if someone catches my interest."

"I'm not buying it." Leighton replied. "We vibe way too well for you to be some vapid rich girl. Only gangsters and petty criminals vibe with me this well."

Tiffany's lips pinched into a frown as she gave Leighton a scathing look. "I don't know what you're talking about. I told you my truth. Now it's my turn again."

"If you say so, Your Bitchiness." Leighton huffed.

A wicked grin spread along Tiffany's lips. "Leighton, truth or dare."

"Hey, you just did me. You've gotta do Victoria now, or it's not fair!"

"It's my turn and I choose you, so pick."

"Fine." He groaned. "Your dare was pretty lame, so truth."

"How do you feel about Tory? You can't seem to stay away from her when you're here, so what's the deal?"