Page 101 of Mexico Can Choke On It
Miss. Freaking. Muffy.
I nearly swallow my tongue.
She’s combat-ready: camo jacket, leather shoulder pads, pilot goggles, and a rhinestone-studded helmet. The man straps Miss Muffyintothe harness on Nigel’s chest.
OH.
MY.
LORD.
IT’S A BABYBJÖRN.
For a dog.
I can’t even.
Nigel harumphs like none of this is batshit bananas. “Miss Muffy is secured. Mount your vehicles. Remain within visual range. And remember—dignity above all.”
I whisper to Bryce, “Are rich people really this bored with reality?”
“Unfortunately, this barely cracks the eccentricity scale.”
“Didn’t know you had such harsh opinions about your own species.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Pip.” He winks, sliding on sporty sunglasses that reflect my face as he straddles the ATV. “Hop on.”
“Oh, honey. You’ll need more than two words to get me tostraddle it.”
I slink toward him and twist up my Wet n’ Wild lipstick. “Eyes on me, Moneybags.”
Using his lenses as a mirror, I drag the red across my lips in a smooth, sensual swipe, watching my reflection take shape. I press my lips together with a soft pop, and his grip on the handlebars tightens.
“There. Now I’m ready to wrap my lips around something stiff.”
His jaw ticks.
Point: Brinkman.
I slip on my sunglasses and mount up behind him, arms wrapped around his chest, and give him a little squeeze, just to test his reaction.I hear it—the breath he didn’t mean to let go.
“Think you can give me a ride worth remembering, B? In my experience, rich boys tend to overpromise and underdeliver.”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he slips his phone into the handlebar mount and connects it to the ATV’s built-in personal sound system—because why wouldn’t billionaire off-road vehicles come with surround sound?
He presses play. The distinctive gallop guitar riff is instantly recognizable.
It’sBarracuda.
Full blast.
No way. Bryce “Buttoned-Up” Sterling listens to hard rock?
But there’s no time to dwell on this new development because he revs the engine. “Hold on tight, Pip!”
Then he punches the gas.
The ATV rockets forward like we’ve been shot from a cannon and my whole body slams backward. My arms squeeze around him fordear life(his evil plan, no doubt)and my cheek presses between his shoulder blades.
