Page 71 of Sizzling Desire

Florence, bless her absolutely chaotic heart, grabs the mic and belts out the first notes ofI Will Survive.

Badly.

Jax and Sawyer groan, but—because they too are agents of chaos—they grab backup mics and start harmonizing. I watch in horror as Reid and Eli join in.

The bar erupts into laughter and cheers.

“Best nightever,” Kane mutters, his lips brushing my ear sending goosebumps down my body..

I glare at him. “You arenotgetting laid tonight.”

He grins. “You sure about that?”

Damn him.

Meanwhile, Joan has trapped Charli, Becky, Sunni, and Kennedy at a table, phone in hand.

“So,” she says, completely unbothered by the screaming karaoke in the background. “This Tinder thing… Is it really just for pictures of men’s… you know? Privates.”

Charli chokes on her drink.

Becky wheezes.

Sunni is laughing so hard she’s nearly in tears.

Kennedy, bless her, nods seriously. “Yeah. It’s bad.”

Joan hums, scrolling through someone’s profile. “Interesting.”

Meanwhile, at the bar, Betty has appointed herself as the ‘stripper scout’ for the evening.

“I rate him a solid eight,” she announces, pointing at Trevor, the poor, unsuspecting bartender.

Trevor blinks.

Parker and Eli watch in horror.

“What about us?” Parker demands.

Betty assesses him for a long moment, then shrugs. “Meh. You’re a five.”

Parker gapes. “I’m a doctor. Does that help my score?”

She looks him up and down again, “Okay. Five point five.”

Eli laughs until Betty turns to him.

“You’re a six at best.”

Eli’s face drops.

Kate and Hudson’s entire table erupts into laughter.

And then, just when I think the night cannot get any more ridiculous—BOOM.A small explosion rocks the bar. Confetti. Everywhere. Joan screams in laughter.

I spin toward her, hands in my hair. “What the hell?—?!”

Joan gasps for breath between cackles, pointing at the now empty confetti cannon at her feet. “I—I forgot I brought it!”

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