“That’s…” I shake my head. “Journey and I already do that for all the brothers.”
“That’s my price.”
“Done.”
“Good. Now, what do you want to know about this Roxie chick?”
Everything.
“Whatever you can find.”
“And when do you want this done by?”
“Yesterday.”
Tracer laughs. “Got it. Gimme twenty-four hours.”
“You got it. Oh, and one more thing.”
Narrowing his eyes, he asks, “What?”
“Let’s keep this between us.”
“I figured.”
“Thanks, T.”
“No problem.” He polishes off the rest of his beer, stands, and turns to face the rest of the room. I follow his gaze and laugh when I see where it’s landed. “Looks like I’ve got some other business to attend to.”
I watch as he saunters toward Molly. When he reaches her, she smiles at him and drags her fingers down his chest. It won’t be long before he’s got her on her knees, sucking his dick.
Movement catches my attention, and I inwardly groan when I spot Sunny, another Bangin’ Betty, sashaying in my direction. Grabbing my beer, I rise to my feet and turn my back on her to go to my room.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I need to get laid, but there’s only one woman who can get the job done.
And she’s as skittish as a newborn colt and as forbidden as the apple in the Garden of Eden.
CHAPTER 13
ROXIE
I don’t need a man. I don’t want a man.
Beep.Beep. Beep.
My alarm blares, and I groan as I roll over to turn it off. I don’t remember setting it, but if the killer headache throbbing at my temples is any indication, I got pretty drunk last night, so my lack of memory isn’t surprising.
“Rise and shine, Rox!”
Shuffle strides into my room, not bothering to knock. His cheerful demeanor grates on my nerves, and the smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Jesus, tone it down a bit,” I grumble, falling back into the mattress and pulling the covers over my head.
The comforter is yanked away, and my brother leans over me. “Not happening. Get up,” he demands.
So much for cheerful.
“Make me,” I counter, trying really hard to use my words and not choose violence.
