Page 53 of Princes of Hollywood

I’ve seen foster brothers and sisters fight. Most of them hid it from their foster parents. That’s one of the reasons I stayed away from them.

Zoe sticks her tongue out. “I’m just saying, Greer could have a little more fashion sense, especially if she’s going to hang out with you lot.”

She turns and puts her hand over mine on the table. Her hazel eyes are warm with her eyebrows knit. “Most people work on the production and don’t give a fuck what you’re wearing, but the second you step out with one of these hotties, your picture will be everywhere. And we don’t need you to be seen as a hot mess.”

That’s something I hadn’t considered. Maybe a shopping trip would be a good idea.

“Don’t worry about that.” Mason scrolls through his phone as he eats. I didn’t know he was paying attention. His blue eyes meet mine. “I’ll make sure she’s dressed appropriately before going outside of the house, but in here, she can wear whatever she wants.”

His gaze drops to his phone and I can breathe again. I cock my head to the side. What does he mean that he’ll make sure I’m dressed appropriately?

Zoe drops the subject about buying me new clothes. We finish lunch. While I’m cleaning up the lunch dishes, Zoe hops up on the counter next to me.

“We should go out sometime.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I don’t run in the crowds Zoe seems to. I wouldn’t be able to keep up.

She tips her head. “Why not? We’re around the same age. You could even wear some of my clothes. Maybe get laid, since that’s not likely to happen around here.”

My cheeks get warm as I avoid her eyes. “My ex and I just broke up.”

Not that I give two shits about him. I was over him before we were even finished.

“Man, that sucks.” Zoe grins. “All the more reason to get you back under someone else.”

My mouth opens.

“Are you trying to convince my poppet to find someone to fuck?” Roarke leans against the counter behind me. My insides go soft and warm at his voice.

“It’s not like any of you will fuck the hired help.” Zoe laughs like the idea is ludicrous. “Besides, you all are almost thirty. Greer needs a young man to really pound her good.”

She pushes her fist against my shoulder. Thankfully, she doesn’t have a clue about what happened earlier in my bathroom.

“You don’t think I could give her a good pounding.” There’s laughter in Roarke’s voice, but a little hint of promise too.

I glance over my shoulder. He’s smiling when he gives me a wink. I’m so out of my league here.

Finishing loading the dishwasher, I set it to run.

“Sure, Roarke. With your tiny dick, you could probably pound her a few centimeters.” Zoe rolls her eyes. At my stunned look, she uses her hand to block her mouth from Roarke, but then says in a regular voice, “Never meet your heroes, Greer. That one scene in the movie? Body double.”

She holds her fingers about an inch apart and shakes her head with a fake frown. Zoe straightens and meets Roarke’s amused eyes.

“Tiny Dick was Roarke’s nickname all through high school.” She jumps off the counter and puts her arm around me. “Friends don’t let friends fuck guys with little wieners.”

I laugh because somewhere along the way she got some misinformation. Roarke’s laughing eyes meet mine as Zoe navigates me to the couches and pulls me to sit beside her.

“Okay, so what kind of guys do you like?” Zoe stretches, her body one long line. She’s the kind of woman these guys are used to fucking. So why are they interested in me?

“Yeah, poppet. The ex-asshole couldn’t have been your type.” Roarke sits in the chair opposite us.

“You know him?” She tips her head like that doesn’t make sense.

“He’s a special kind of douche bag.” He rubs his jaw. “Probably right up your alley, ZoZo.”

Her eyes narrow. “Not every guy I date is an asshole.”

Roarke holds up his fist and with every name pops up a finger. “Brandon, Alexi, Marcus, Chet—”

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