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“I’ll pick it up,” Siena drawled. “You go get in the shower.”

“You sure?” Julie glanced at her curiously.

“Yeah.” Siena bent down. “I’m sure you’re getting cold.”

Julie laughed lightly. “Are you going to warm me back up?”

“For sure.”

With that, Julie walked naked to the bathroom. Siena bent down and started picking up the spilled items. Julie’s phone wasfirst, and she checked to make sure the screen wasn’t cracked, not that she would know if it hadn’t been cracked before, but it looked to be in good shape. Her wallet was flopped open, and Siena snagged it next, narrowing her eyes when it opened to Julie’s driver’s license.

Jamie.

Kettlehouse.

“Holy fuck.” Siena’s heart thudded. Her chest tightened. She stared at the driver’s license, wishing it was wrong, but the picture matched the woman she had just fucked for the last hour. “Holy fuck,” she repeated.

Jamie Kettlehouse was a notorious gossip writer, someone who had irked Bunny, Siena’s biggest client, nonstop over the last five years with some of the crap she wrote. She came up with all out lies half the time, and the other half, everything she wrote was flat out truth. Not only did she write for a reputable magazine, but she also had at least one blog site and social media that haunted Siena’s every step.

Siena was fairly certain she wrote under at least two more unconfirmed pseudonyms.

“I’m waiting!” Julie—no, not Julie—Jamie called from the bathroom.

But Siena couldn’t. There was no way she was going to be able to walk into that bathroom and continue where they left off. She was done. Putting everything into the purse, Siena dropped it into the center of the bed. She grabbed her jacket and threw it on.

Her mind raced.

Her body was still a puddle and on fire.

But she was so fucked.

She couldn’t have made a mistake this stupid.

It was going to ruin her.

With her jacket on, Siena walked straight for the door and out of the hotel room. She went straight for her car, got in, anddrove out of the parking lot. She was going to have to fix this. She was going to have to find some way to make this not blow up in her face.

But that was going to be impossible.

So much for casual.

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The shower knob squeaked as Jamie turned the handle to shut the water off. Her legs were absolute jelly still, and she couldn’t wipe the grin from her lips. The happy little butterflies of energy kept dancing through her body, and she couldn’t remember the last time she was this happy or this excited for something.

It had been such a hard year.

The steam in the shower filled her senses. She’d sworn thatVanwas going to join her in the shower, but maybe she was too distracted by what they’d just done. Jamie pressed her palm to the handle and twisted it open, stepping naked and dripping wet into the…empty…hotel room.

“What the fuck?”

The room was cold now, where it had been warm and full of energy before. Her purse was strewn out on the middle of the bed, the contents spilled out and in a mess of a pile that was beyond disorganized.

She stood still, blinking as though the next minute to pass would suddenly make sense of the scene in front of her. But it didn’t matter how many times she blinked—nothing wastracking in her brain. Had she just been robbed? Fucked hard and then her information or credit card that was maxed out stolen? Three orgasms had turned her sharp mind into a sludge of thick thoughts that weren’t entirely clear.

Turning on her heels, she marched back to the bathroom and quickly dried herself. Finding her clothes was easy enough, but as she slid the soft fabric of her dress over her body, the fog over her mind lifted.

Jamie shifted through the items on the bed quickly, finding nothing missing. So this wasn’t a robbery. Van must have found something in there that had scared her. But what the hell could it have been? It wasn’t like Jamie carried around illegal drugs or child porn in her purse. She shuddered at that thought—neveron either of those.