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“Yes,” she whimpers this time.

“I should fuck you right here just to take the edge off.”

“Make me come, Damon… so, so close.”

Whatever he does must work because she screams in pleasure. There’s a squeaky giggle behind me as people approach, so I dash across the hall and slip into the bathroom. I lock myself in a stall and hear the women enter, still laughing. They use the restroom and are washing their hands when Della comes in.

“Feel better?” one of them asks her.

I take out my phone and record their conversation. Maybe, if I can’t get pictures, I can get something.

“A little, but he’s getting smarter. He got me to agree to go home with him,” Della admits.

“You’re such a whore. Why you don’t give in to him is beyond me.”

“Damon could never afford me. He’s a great fuck, one of the best, but that’s it. He knows the score. I let him have his way with me, which gives me enough orgasms to go back to Paul tomorrow.”

“What are you going to tell Paul about not coming home tonight?”

“I’m going to use one of you as an excuse. Then I’ll give him a few blowjobs so he won’t suspect a thing. I swear, guys are so easy. Wrap your lips around their dicks and they’re easily distracted.”

“It’s kinda sad. Damon’s totally in love with you, and Paul’s clueless.”

“And he’s going to stay that way. Damon will always be my boy toy on the side, but Paul’s got the money.”

“Speaking of boy toys and dicks, did you see who walked in? That detective that was on TV, the one involved in the drug raid. He’s hot. I’m going to introduce myself.”

At her words, jealousy rolls in the pit of my stomach. I peer through the crack in the door and see a brunette fluffing her hair.

Bitch!

“Oh, yeah, his friend is hot, too. Let’s go for it,” the other one says.

They leave the restroom, chatting about Walker and Marcus, and I turn off the recorder on my phone and get out of the stall. After a minute, I go back into the bar and see they wasted no time sidling up to the guys.

If looks could kill, Maren’s glare would have bodies scattered on the floor. She and Walker glance at me at the same time, and I slice my eyes to the exit, changing direction and heading that way. I know myself, and if I walk up to that crew, there’s a chance I ruin being anonymous.

“What happened?” Maren waits until we are beside her c

ar before asking.

“Where are the guys?”

“Paying the bill and fighting off piranhas.”

I give her a run-down and play the recording. Walker and Marcus join us right as the women start talking about them, hearing the tail end of the conversation.

“Emi, tell me you’re not seriously jealous of those bottom-feeders.” Walker tugs me into him and kisses the tip of my nose. “They don’t hold a candle to you.”

“Good recovery, but I had a revelation tonight.”

“What’s that?” His eyes dance with humor at the snarkiness in my tone.

“After we send our file to Ellen, you and I are planning this wedding. It’s YOU that needs a ring on your finger.”

He holds my glare for a brief second before throwing his head back and roaring into laughter. Marcus and Maren join him, furthering my frustration.

“I don’t see what’s so funny.” I decide they’re all crazy.