Page 10 of The Soldier

Smoothing my hands down my dress, I head toward the restrooms, soaking up all the celebrities around me. Being here tonight to support Savannah, who’s become a close friend, is amazing, but even with all my confidence, Hollywood is very intimidating.

These people sparkle from everywhere. Their teeth, their eyes, their nails...heck, their nipples probably glow.

I spent the entire day at the spa having my va-jay-jay polished and all the bits waxed. My toes are a shiny gold to go with my dress and my nails are sporting a classic French manicure with Swarovski crystals.

Fuck, I hope one doesn’t fall off.

I smile at one of the stars who recently won an Emmy as she holds the restroom door open for me and promise myself I will ignore Marshall’s taunts for the rest of the night.

But who am I kidding? My vibrator is going to get a big workout. The guy looks hot as sin in his tuxedo.

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MARSHALL

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“GO TO THE DAMN bathroom.” I nudge Ryder and lean against the wall as the door shuts behind Savannah. “Swear to god you guys lost you’re your braincells the moment you fell in love.”

His stupid smirk makes me roll my eyes.

“If anyone hurts my wife I’ll remove your balls, Beret.”

His nickname for me.

The fact that Green Beret is already a colloquialism for the Army Special Forces is not lost on me. It’s a nod to the distinctive green headgear we wear.

Wore.

Past tense.

“I don’t swing that way, Delta. Find someone else’s balls to play with. Now, go.”

“Don’t call me that. It’s a fucking girl’s name.” He mutters but walks down the hall to the men’s restrooms.

I chuckle to myself but abruptly stop when the door in front of me opens and Trina steps out.

Her smile disappears just as fast.

“Are you...are you following me?” she accuses me and plants her hands on her hips.

God I want to say yes, just to see her reaction.

“Yes.”

I can’t help myself.

Her intake of breath is so loud I start laughing.

“Fucking toy soldier.” Trina marches off, but I’m faster and grab her wrist, tugging her to a halt.

Fire blasts through my body as our skin connects.

Despite my eyes grazing her tanned skin every moment I can, I’ve had very few opportunities to touch this delectable woman.

Her eyes snap up to mine in response and I know she’s felt it too.

“I’m kidding, darlin’.” I don’t know what it is about this woman but she brings out my Texan drawl.

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