barely catches me before my fist can connect with his smiling freckled face.
Chapter 18
Remington
“Off-limits,” I hiss when I notice Sasha’s eyes following one of the Blackbridge guys as he crosses the room.
“Why?” she whines.
“They’re working.”
“To keep us safe.” A slow smile spreads across her face as she brings the straw of her drink to her mouth. “Imagine how safe I’d be if he was in bed with me.”
“Yeah,” I huff. “I bet you’d sleep like a baby.”
“Oh, Remington. There would be no sleeping going on.”
“Enough. You’re being weird. We see hot guys all the time.” I sweep my arm toward the half dozen guys, some I’ve never even met, playing volleyball in the pool. They’re all tan, leanly muscled, with white gleaming smiles. All of them fake, looking for a good time, and someone’s coattails to ride on either for an opening into the industry or someone to buy all the things they can’t afford themselves.
Makes me sick, just like the taste of this disgusting drink. I set the watered-down slush on the table beside the lounger I’m on, but that leaves me with nothing to do with my hands, so I pick it right back up again.
“Those guys?” Sasha asks. “Gross. Two of them have tiny dicks, and the one with the big dick doesn’t know how to use it.”
I chuckle at her assessment. “You slept with the three of them?”
My eyes skate over the group wondering which is which, loving that she can be so sexually free.
“No. Not a chance. I’m not going to waste my time with tiny peen. If I’m going to add a notch to my bedpost, it’s going to be worth it.” She glares at the one blond in the group. “And I’m not even going to count him. If it doesn’t last more than five minutes, it doesn’t count.”
I choke on laughter, biting the tip of my straw to keep from drawing attention. I don’t mind people here, and I really like having the noise and activity, but I’m in no mood to socialize in a group. Sasha is fine, plus after another drink, she’ll wander away in search of her good time for the night. She better heed my warnings and stay away from the BBS guys, especially Flynn.
“Who is that guy?” She angles her head at Ignacio, the man with the sexy Latin accent, tan skin, and bedroom eyes for days.
He’s chatting with a girl I don’t know, not necessarily flirting, but she must not understand. I know the occasional nibble on his bottom lip looks like he’s hitting on her, but I’ve been watching him for a while, and he’s not paying much attention to the girl. No, he’s watching Flynn scowl in the corner.
The guy I can’t get off my mind—no matter how hard I try—is in his normal uniform of dark slacks, but at least he’s gotten rid of the button-down shirt in exchange for one that clings to his muscles in the humidity surrounding the pool.
“Remington?”
“Hmm?” I pull my eyes from the scowling man and look back at Sasha.
“Do you know him?”
“That’s Flynn. He’s part of the security detail.” I’ve already told her this once, but she’s been throwing the drinks back for the last two hours, so it’s no surprise she’s already forgotten.
“No, the one over there?”
She points back to Ignacio who notices us looking at him. I grin when he winks, and it transitions into a low chuckle when a growl comes from the other side of the room. I don’t have to turn my head to know Flynn is the one who snarled.
“Don’t know,” I lie. “Must’ve come with someone else.”
Flynn told me, after practically dragging me back upstairs and forcing me to put a top on, that several of the guys were going to be casual around the pool and he, Brooks, and Finnegan were going to be more visible.
Casual means Ignacio, Quinten, and Gaige are in board shorts. The first sight of them with their shirts off made me wonder if six-packs are a BBS requirement, and if so, these men passed with flying colors. Holy muscles, do they have them in spades.
“Does she think she actually has a shot with him?”
“Do you know her?” I don’t know why I’m engaging in this conversation with her. She’s going to turn bitter, hating any woman she sees as standing in the way of something she wants. I’ve been on the receiving end of that ire more than once, and as I sit here