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Pointing at her chest, she grinned.“Do you remember me?I’m Gabby, the fun one.”

“Sure are,” my brother replied before shoving some food in his mouth.

The Ashford girl glanced at me.“You’re both cute.I’ve never tried the Eiffel Tower.”

Jesus.Fuck.

“I’ll pass,” Sile muttered.

“What are you drinking, Gabby?”

“Gin and tonic.Do you have BEG?”

Again, I almost laughed.“Sure.That’s what Sienna drinks.”

The mention of her friend’s name made her lips pinch, and Sile hid his chuckle behind a cough.Still doing the slow hip-rolling shit, she sat in the spot I’d just been in.

After handing her the drink, I sat beside her with a fresh beer in hand.She set her glass on the coffee table, scooted right to me, and slid her hand up my thigh.“I’m not thirsty.”

“Gabby, I’m with Sienna.”

She peered up at me from under her lashes.“You can have me too.It’ll be our little secret.”

To prove her point, her hand moved to my cock, and she started stroking up and down over my sweats, which was doing fuck all for me.

“You feel me getting hard?”

She smiled.“Not yet.”

I took her wrist and placed her hand on her knee.“I’m with Sienna.”

Not understanding the meaning of the word no, she stood up right between my legs.

She pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her big tits on a too-slim frame, and set her hands on her hips.“Jake, look at me.Are you really going to say no to this?”

“Gabby?”

We all turned toward the entryway where Sienna, pale as a ghost, walked slowly in.She stopped a few feet away from the couch, taking in the seedy scene while her friend yanked her dress back up.

Then her widened gaze slid to me.“Jake, what’s going on?”

“Your friend made a pass at me.”

Sienna approached her friend with a pained expression.“Gabby, what are you doing?”

That did it for Gabrielle Ashford.The girl’s crimson face whipped at me while pointing at her friend.

“You chose her?Her?She’s fat, she’s boring, and her best friend was her dead mother.”

Sienna flinched as if she’d been slapped.“Gabby, stop.”

When the Ashford girl lunged, Sile and I got to our feet.But the blonde twat just pushed her face inches to hers.

“Gabby, stop,” she mimicked.Then, she went for it.“You’ve always thought you were so special because your mother was sick.You’re not.You’re a loser!”

I gritted my back teeth to refrain from laughing while the spoiled bitch didn’t let up.“Poor Sienna, the saint who’s nice to everyone.People didn’t like you.They pitied you—”

The Morrison girl cupped her girl’s face.“Gabby, please.This is not you.We’re friends, and I—”