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trip and her aunt’s shame-fest would beat her.
    “But I’ll sleep better if I do this!” Her voice lifted, eyeing the water bottle with enthusiasm.
    Dawn snorted then turned to Preeya. “I’ll take you. To the airport…” Dawn took a few steps closer to Preeya and leaned in to whisper, “I always buffer appointments for him with a three or four-hour window.” Dawn stood up and gave her a proud wink and nod. “I’ve got my moped, so just, you know, get dressed and we’ll go. There is no traffic with my ride…shoulders all the way.”
    Fly by the seat of her pants, yes, but a death wish? “Thanks, but…not in my uniform…and my carry-on bag? Wherever the hell it is…” She sighed, shook her head, and clutched the bedsheet toga tight to her chest. “I’ll just cab it and pray…and…” She looked at her scarf on the floor. “Shit, I’ll have to chuck that and borrow or buy one…or wing it. I’m good at that, at least.”
    Yeah, winging it was a talent to be proud of, right?
    Preeya found a pencil-line smile for Dawn while Dawn just stared back at her and shrugged her leather-geared shoulders. “Okay, suit yourself. I have enough to deal with here, anyway.”
    Josh grunted and swore not under his breath.
    Skip the payback and call a cab, Preeya…then shower and get the hell gone already!
    No. Preeya’s nostrils flared, eyes widened, throat thick.
    Dawn kicked back through the beer cans and trash toward the door, seemingly done with the excitement of the grand water wake-up plan. “Come on.”
    Still, no . Preeya patted the water bottle in her hand like a football, then tilted her head at Josh. She moved to the bedside and lifted the covers, exposing Josh’s naked midsection. As Preeya’s lips lifted into a shit-eating grin, her arm—with the crystal clear liquid—lifted, too. She could hear Dawn’s gasps of muted laughter as Preeya held the bottle over Josh’s limp dick and bare ass, all tucked in tight to himself.
    A tingle of joy sprinted up her spine as she began to tip the bottle—slow at first, just to get the water to the neck then to the opening, anticipating the reaction she’d relish and remember forever. Dawn appeared at the corner of her view, camera phone in hand.
    “Ready,” Dawn whispered, her shared zeal glowing.
    Preeya inhaled, then flipped her wrist.
    A fast flow of pure Washington State spring water splashed down on Josh’s naked, ultra-defined and sought-after body, while Preeya’s spirits soared.
    *
    Gasping, screaming, snarling, Josh Bolte bolted up and out of bed.
    Finally, the king had risen.
    Dawn rolled around on the putrid floor dying, camera phone still in hand, pointed up at a wet and naked Josh.
    His eyes were wild, but thankfully focused on drying himself off, rather than finding the source of his rude awakening—Preeya, who cried harder now from hysterical laughter than she had from her earlier poor-me sulk-fest . And she just couldn’t stop, which made Dawn laugh harder.
    Josh—growling, shivering—reached for the jeans Dawn had thrown at him earlier. At one leg in, he keeled over, held his gut with one hand, his mouth with the other, then he ran—hopped, really—to the bathroom. He slammed the door then retched his guts out.
    “What, no guest room floor?” Preeya asked Dawn with a lift of her brow.
    “Thank God,” Dawn blurted, patting Preeya on the arm, then made her way to the bathroom door and pounded it with her right fist. “Now get cleaned up, asshole!” she added for good measure while Preeya crushed the empty water bottle in her hands. The loud crinkling didn’t overshadow Josh’s cursing between heaves, but Preeya found him way easier to ignore now.
    Dawn smiled. “Come on, Josh’s… old friend . You can use one of the other showers.”
    “Thanks. God, do I need one—or five.” She felt her hair again and then looked down at herself, still wrapped in the sheet. “I just have to find the rest of my things.” She grimaced,