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Or any bag.
    I turn away. I’ll let Jewel fill me in later.
    I do a quick search for the extra key card for the room and pocket it before heading down to the casino where the guys are, no doubt, already playing some game or other.
    I can’t wait to spill it about what just happened, although I’m a little disappointed no one checked up on me.
    Thankfully, it all worked out, and now I have a hot girl waiting for me to come back, someone I don’t have to worry about wanting me for my money, for sure.

    * * *
    I spot the guys before they spot me and take in their demeanors.
    Nate’s wound up, trying hard not to look so tense, while Peter and Scott couldn’t look more relaxed.
    No surprise there since Nate’s the only one who’s actually attached to me.
    Pete spots me first and breaks out into a wide grin.
    Seeing this, Nate finally relaxes as his eyes find me.
    I’ll give him the details later, but everyone here deserves to know a little about what went down.
    "Hey!" Nate says. "We were worried about you for a second there.”
    "Yeah, I see you guys all came rushing to come to my aid. Glad you didn’t come a-knocking, though—you wouldn’t believe who opened that door."
    "Something tells me we will," Pete says dryly in his smooth, deep voice, nursing what looks like whiskey. "I’m guessing things turned out pretty well.”
    Man, I can’t wait to see their faces when I tell them what happened!
    “To put it mildly," I say. "So I knock and who opens? Gorgeous blonde. Petite but curvy thing with blue-gray eyes and a killer smile. Completely naked ."
    So that last part was a bit of exaggeration, but come on, I have to go for dramatic effect—gotta hook ’em.
    "Get the fuck out of here," Scott says with widened eyes.
    "I’m serious! I mean, not completely nude as she opened the door, obviously, but she was wearing nothing but a tiny towel barely covering her from tits to upper thighs. She was dripping wet too—must’ve just gotten out of the shower. You won’t believe how gorgeous she is, but I guess you’ll see soon since we’ve come to a sort of agreement—we’re sharing the room. Amongst other things," I add. "She’s apparently staying by herself, believe it or not, and I’m not gonna lie—I didn’t exactly register all the details because next thing I know, we’re tumbling into bed together, towel off, all her lady parts exposed.”
    Pete’s eyes practically pop open and I’m filling with pride.
    "Wow," Pete says, looking damned impressed, and I can’t help but feel a bit smug.
    I feel like I just ticked something off my bucket list.
    I’d never tell him, but I’m a little jealous of him sometimes.
    Usually, Pete is the first to get laid—before we even get on the plane sometimes.
    His smooth dark brown skin and sharp planes turn heads like nobody’s business.
    Plus he’s tall and muscular.
    Don’t get me wrong—I have no problem pulling ladies. Anytime I want, day or night, wherever I am, I can find a gorgeous willing chick, but Pete practically makes them faint.
    Right now, though, eat your heart out, Pete. Not that this is a race or anything.
    Scott chuckles.
    "Whoa—that’s some respectful language right there, ‘lady parts.’ You must like her a lot."
    I ignore the snort of laughter that follows all around.
    "Actually, I do," I say. “I feel like she’s actually something special. It’s like we connected almost immediately... "
    "We get the picture, buddy—no need to go into details,” Scott says. “We know how it works." He starts making crude gestures with his hands, sliding one finger into the hole made by two fingers of his other hand.
    "No, I mean—besides that. Yeah, once she dropped her towel, things got fuzzy, and I don’t remember much after that except we had a hell of a time, and I can’t wait to go back up there for some more.”
    "What the hell are you doing down here then?" Pete says.
    "Gotta pace myself," I say with a slow, wicked smile. “Plus I didn’t