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I walk in and close the door almost shut. The living room slash kitchen is empty, which means Chad must be in the bedroom. Where all my stuff is.

I blow out a breath. I can do this.

The bedroom door is closed, so I decide to be a decent human being and knock.

The door opens to a confused shirtless Chad. His hair is all rumpled. Hmm, napping or fucking?

“Hey, babe, now isn’t a good time.” He glances over his shoulder. Ah, fucking it is.

A thankfully fully dressed woman steps into view. “Who’s this?”

“No one.” Chad smirks down at me.

“I need to get my things.” I cross my arms and glare.

He glances over his shoulder at the blond waiting behind him. “Give me fifteen minutes and then the bedroom’s all yours.”

Just what I want, to grab my stuff with the room smelling like sex.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” My voice rises. “It will take me five to clear out of here, and then you can fuck her all you want.”

Chad laughs. “You don’t really want to leave me, babe. Where are you going to go? We both know I’m the only one who will put up with you.”

Chapter 6

Like a Virgin

GREER

My blood pressure skyrockets. Fuck him and fuck this. With what I’m going to make, I’ll be able to replace anything in that room.

The door opens behind me and I close my eyes. Fuck, he heard.

Hands wrap around my waist and draw me back against Roarke. Heat floods me from his touch.

“What’s keeping you, Greer?” His voice is dark in my ears. His body is hot against mine. The way he purrs my name makes my panties melt.

I open my eyes to see the stunned look on Chad’s face.

“You’re…you’re…” His stammer almost makes me smile.

“OMG, you’re Roarke Flynn!” the blond practically screams. “I’m such a big fan. Can I get a selfie? Anna is never going to believe me.”

Roarke’s hands tighten against me, causing little shivers to race through me. Chad’s mouth is still open as he stares at Roarke.

“Excuse us, but we’re on a tight schedule.” I hear the smile in Roarke’s voice, but his tone says you’re fucking bothering me. “Think we could get what we came for, mate?”

“Uh…” Chad glances down at me like I’m the one making him look like a fool.

The blond steps forward and opens the door. “Of course, Roarke. Anything you want. I’m Bunny, by the way.”

She puts her hand in the center of Chad’s back and pushes him into the living room. Roarke glides me out of the way.

“Thanks, Bunny.” Roarke must smile at her, because she practically beams.

He guides me into the bedroom and shuts the door. He gives me a gentle push into the room. “Hurry, poppet.”

I rush forward and grab for a bag and fill it with my stuff.

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