Page 43 of Wild Love
“What is that smell?” Hercules says as he waves a hand in front of his face. “It’s growing on me. Lavender? Sandalwood?”
I toss him the sack spray. “Wild Fields.”
“I’m gonna…” I jab a thumb to the door.
“Go. I’ll catch you later, rook.” Jack smiles as I head to catch Dakota.
I get upstairs before I realize I don’t have on a shirt. A couple of corporate guys give me a once-over, and I slow my roll. Dakota isn’t answering her phone, and I don’t know where she sits up here in the maze of offices.
I head back downstairs and finish my workout, but my head isn’t in it. When I don’t hear back from her by the end of the day, I go back to the apartment and text the guys for help.
Maverick: Pissed off Kota. Help!
Scott: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?
Payne: Ouch. Bet that had painful consequences.
Scott: Sorry, that was Reagan. She’s looking over my shoulder now, FYI. (Don’t say anything that’s going to get me in trouble for your stupidity).
Rauthruss: Ah shit. I hope you were wearing a cup.
Scott: Oh fuck. You paid for her internship?
Maverick: How do you already know?
Scott: Reagan’s texting Dakota. You’re right. She’s pissed.
Payne: You paid for her internship?
Rauthruss: Oh shit, you paid for her internship?
Maverick: Yes, great. Glad we’re all on the same page now. What do I do?
Payne: I got nothing.
Rauthruss: *shrug emoji*
Maverick: Scott?
Maverick: Heeeeeeeelp me!
Scott: Dude, I don’t know. When Reagan gets mad at me, I kiss her. I don’t think that’s going to work in your case.
Payne: Ooooh yeah. Kiss her. That always works.
Rauthruss: I take off my shirt, but I’m guessing you’ve already done that.
Maverick: *shirtless selfie, flipping them off* You guys are useless.
Maverick: I still love you. Xbox later?
Payne: Meet you online at eight. *kissy face emoji*
Rauthruss: I’ll be there. I might even let you win (Probably not).
Scott: Brainstorm session before? I’ll see what I can get out of Rea.
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