Page 52 of Princes of Hollywood

My eyes widen and my mouth forms an O. “Your sister! Zoe. Shit.”

I completely forgot she was waiting for me for lunch. What a shit friend she must think I am? I grab my panties and pull them on, followed by my bra.

“She’ll wait, kitten.” Wyatt leans against the counter they just ate me out on.

My brain skids to a halt. Fuck, two guys just went down on me. I wanted it. Was eager for it. I want it to happen again. Maybe Mary was right about me.

I shake myself out of the past. I don’t live in there anymore. I live in the here and now. She’s not here. None of them are. But I’m here with these men.

Roarke stops beside me, fully dressed, and kisses the top of my head. “Everything’s good, poppet. See you downstairs.”

He smacks my ass before laughing on his way out of the bathroom.

“Zoe will bug Mason and Aiden until we come down.” Wyatt’s hazel eyes meet mine.

“I don’t want to make her mad at me.” I brush through my hair anxiously. What if she decides she doesn’t want to be my friend? What if she starts treating me like some of the girls at my foster families or at school?

“Hey.” Wyatt plucks the brush from my hand. He moves behind me and lifts my hair before smoothing the brush through the strands. “Zoe is cool. She’s okay if you take a little longer. At some point, you’ll have to wait for her to get ready. See how long she expects you to wait and you won’t feel so bad.”

He finishes and sets the brush down. I’m still staring at him in the mirror.

“You just brushed my hair.” I can’t disguise the awe in my voice. I can’t remember the last time someone brushed my hair.

He shrugs. “I had a much younger sister and an overworked mother who needed help. You want any kind of braid? I’m your man.”

His grin makes my heart feel funny. I turn and put my arms around his waist, squeezing quickly before releasing.

“What was that for?” He rubs my jawline, tipping my face up to search my eyes. That’s too much for me, and I duck my head.

“Thank you.” I look at the floor because it’s easier. “Thank you for helping me get ready.”

He plucks the T-shirt and shorts from the counter. “Not quite ready.”

Smiling, I finish dressing. I don’t know what any of this means, but I know I feel different. Almost lighter, even if I’m confused. How could I want more than one guy? How could I make a connection with one guy while another was making my toes curl?

How could I want to do it all over again?

Chapter 14

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GREER

I chop vegetables and chicken for toppings and toss a salad together for lunch.

“Mmm, see, now I could get used to this.” Zoe waves her fork in the air. “Someone to fix me food all day. You sure you want to work for these smelly guys? You could come live with me and we could party it up.”

My cheeks flush as I glance at Aiden. He gives me an encouraging smile. Heat scorches my cheeks. He’s such a nice guy, but will he really be okay with what happened in my bathroom? He said he’s attracted to me, but he really hasn’t made any moves.

“Give it up, ZoZo. Greer is ours. Find your own personal assistant.” Wyatt winks. But his words make a funny feeling start in my chest, like a small candle is lit in the darkness.

“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll get myself a guy with a sneaky hot bod like Greer.” Zoe tugs at the end of my oversized shirt.

“It’s comfortable.” I shrug. And it keeps most guys at bay. While I want to be wanted, I don’t want attention like that either.

“So am I, darling. You and I need to go shopping. Pronto. Maybe something a little less hobo chic?” She squints her hazel eyes. “At least upgrade to—I don’t know…What’s a store that slightly better than poor people go to?”

“Zoe, enough.” Wyatt gives her a warning look, but I’m not sure what happens if she keeps pushing. After all, I don’t mind. I am poor. I make ends meet, but I don’t have extra money needing to be spent. I don’t want Wyatt to punish her over me.

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