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the Ritz,” Ramsey said. “Plenty to go around. Big tits, little tits… I think Drake might have brought a drag queen back, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise when the skirt drops. I’m betting his cool, crisp Brit demeanor will finally fail.”
    Ramsey yanked open the door to the first of the SUVs waiting to take them to their after party. Syon slid in beside Ramsey and pulled the door closed.
    “Keep poking Drake with a stick, and he’s going to kick your ass one of these nights,” Syon predicted.
    “Can’t help it,” Ramsey replied. “He’s like Data from Star Trek . No emotions. Only, I’ve seen him bleed, so I know he’s human…hence…”
    “You won’t stop dicking with him,” Syon finished off.
    Ramsey nodded.
    The interior of the SUV was decked out in party lights and long bench seats terminating at a minibar. Their music was playing. There was a sea of flashing cameras as they passed the press, but security staff did a good job of keeping them on the sidewalk so the driver could thread his way down the ramp and into traffic.
    “You could have had the bird drop us off before taking her home,” Ramsey complained.
    “I think she might have jumped out if we’d climbed in after her.”
    Ramsey selected one of the single-serve bottles of whiskey and popped the top loose. “That would have given me an excuse to hold her down.”
    Syon picked up another whiskey and toasted with it before taking a swig. “I’m looking forward to her sitting on top of me.”
    Ramsey lowered his empty bottle and tossed it into a cup holder. “Looking forward?”
    Syon nodded and took another slow sip of his drink.
    “You’re actually plotting about how to get her?” Ramsey exclaimed, turning to stare at him. “Let the chick go. Those ladies don’t cross the tracks very well.”
    Syon shrugged as they pulled up in front of the Ritz. There was a mob of fans waiting, cameras going off the moment they stepped out. Ramsey reached out, stroking some of the hands thrust toward him. Girls squealed and did their best to snatch a feel of his bare chest. One leaned all the way forward and pulled her top down. Ramsey took a good long look before offering her his hand. The security men holding the mob back let her duck beneath their spread arms. She nestled up against Ramsey with a huge smile on her lips.
    Once inside, they made their way to an open elevator and punched the button for the top floor.
    “Oh my God!” Ramsey’s new pet gushed . “I so can’t believe I’m here!”
    “Are we sharing?” Ramsey asked Syon over the top of her blond head.
    “Sharing?” The girl squealed again, louder. “Oh. My. God! I gotta text everyone!”
    Ramsey grabbed the phone the girl pulled out of her purse, earning a squawk of frustration from his newest plaything. He cupped her chin and fixed her with his best attempt at a serious expression.
    “Here’s the thing, sweetheart. No phone, and I’ll make sure you don’t have any time to miss your cyber buddies.”
    “Alright,” she cooed.
    Ramsey tucked the phone into the inside pocket of his leather jacket before the girl turned to give Syon a naughty look. She reached for his open vest, boldly running her fingers down his chest.
    He caught her hand and lifted it to his lips before handing it off to Ramsey.
    “Really, dude?” The elevator chimed as it arrived, and the doors slid open.
    Syon offered him a two-finger mock salute before striding down the hallway away from the blaring music. There was no missing where the other members of the band were partying, but he turned and went down the hall toward his room and slid his key card into the door.
    “Wait up, Syon,” Ramsey called. “I’ll be right back,” he said close to the girl’s ear as he opened the door and the music poured out like a tidal wave. He swatted the girl on her backside, and she giggled as she jumped forward to join the after-concert excess.
    Ramsey made it down the hall just before Syon’s door