“So, my boyfriend is out at dinner, schmoozing some clients for his company while he’s here.” She leans in, whispering in my ear, “Meaning my hotel room is empty for the next few hours. You wanna come up and fuck? I give amazing blow jobs, and I really want to suck your cock. I bet it’s massive.” Her hand grabs my cock through my jeans.
“What the fuck?” I grab her hand to remove it from my junk and spin my face to her.
I don’t get a chance to say anything else. The next thing I know, she’s landing a kiss on me.
I jerk my head back, pushing away from her. “Jesus! What the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously, not happening.” I lift my hands, backing away from her. “I have a girlfriend.”
“So?” She shrugs. “I won’t tell her if you don’t.”
“Did you not hear me the first time? Not fucking happening.”
“Your loss.” She shrugs. “What about your friend?” She looks at Carrick. “I wasn’t kidding about my blow-job skills. I’m amazing.”
Carrick sputters out a laugh. Lifting his hand, he says, “I’m sure you are, and I’d tell you I’m married—happily—but clearly, that wouldn’t matter to you. So, I’ll tell you, you’re definitely not my type. No, thanks, and we’ll leave it at that.”
“Andrea, I got some really good pics!” Her friend beams at her, handing her the phone back.
My eyes flash to it.
Oh no. “Did you take a picture of her kissing me?”
“Um, yeah, of course I did.” The friend gives me a dumb look.
“It’s a good one, too.” Andrea turns the screen to me, showing me the picture.
Jesus Christ. It couldn’t look more incriminating than if she were straddling me. Her hand is on my junk, her mouth on mine.
For fuck’s sake.
“You need to delete that picture. Now.”
Hearing the pissed off tone in my voice, Carrick gets up from his seat, coming to stand beside me.
“No way am I deleting it!” Andrea laughs. “This one is going in my personal spank bank, and I’m putting it up on Facebook. The amount of likes I’ll get with this will be awesome. I’ll be a fucking celeb among my mates.”
“Are you for fucking real?” I move toward her, but Carrick catches my arm, pulling me back. “I have a fucking girlfriend. And you have a boyfriend!”
“He won’t care.” She shrugs the words off. “If he even notices, then he’ll be impressed that I managed to get a kiss from you. You’re his hero. He loves watching you race. You’re the reason we’re here.”
This woman is crazy. “You’re insane. You and your fucking boyfriend. Now, delete the fucking picture.”
“No.” She lifts her chin in a defiant manner before putting her phone in her clutch.
I grind my teeth in frustration. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Delete that fucking picture.”
She lets out a laugh. “You can’t make me. Actually…” She taps her finger to her lips. “A pic like this and you having a girlfriend. I bet I could make a mint, selling it to a tabloid.”
I actually growl.
“Let her sell it,” Carrick says from beside me. “All that matters is India knows the truth. Tell her what happened, so she expects to see it. I was here. I can vouch for you.”
Ignoring Carrick, I step toward Andrea, and she takes a step back.
“Delete the fucking picture,” I repeat in a low, menacing voice.
“Fuck you.” She turns on her heel and starts to walk away from me.
“You’re a fucking bitch!” I yell to her back, losing my cool.
Stopping, she turns back, a smug smile spreading across her face. “You’ve just doubled the money I’ll get with that comment.” She wafts a hand at the people who are watching our exchange. “You’re my witness, right, Bev?” She nudges her friend.
“Yeah.” Bev lifts her chin. “I heard everything. How he tried to hit on you and then called you a bitch when you turned him down.”
What the actual fuck?
I shouldn’t be shocked, but I am. I guess I’ve gotten used to being around India and how much of a good person she is that I’d forgotten what fucking bastards people could be.
“And you”—I point a finger at Bev—“you’re a fucking cunt. Use that to quadruple your money, you pair of soulless bitches!”
Andrea gives me the middle finger, and then they’re both walking away.
“Nicely played.” Carrick’s hand lands square on my shoulder. “I thought you handled that really well. I specifically love the soulless bitches line.”