Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security #3) - Marie James Page 0,49

and watch Sasha’s face transition from playful and flirty to something resembling irate indignation, I question why I decided to invite people over in the first place.

Maybe it has more to do with having six smoking hot guys piled into my house and being unable to keep my eyes off Flynn.

I know the rules. I know what the contract says that he had to sign to work for my family. I’ve used it more than once to get assholes fired. I don’t want him fired, not that my parents would know a single thing if it’s something I plan to keep away from them. Plus, I haven’t done that in a while. Phillip was genuinely not interested, and before him, I was practically jailbait. I wanted them gone, not in jail for touching a minor. I’m a selfish bitch, but I’m not psycho.

“Leave her alone.”

“Look,” she snaps. “He’s not even paying attention to her.”

“He doesn’t want you either.”

As if on a swivel, her head spins around. “Excuse me?”

I shrug. “He doesn’t want you either.”

My pulse speeds up as I keep my voice calm. Confronting her has the potential to go very badly. Sasha Davenport has the unique ability to be such a diva that she has no problem drawing the attention of every person in this room by losing her shit. Decorum doesn’t come into play—even though she’s a guest in my home—when she gets her feathers ruffled.

“Hey, birthday girl.” Sasha’s eyes narrow, and thankfully it’s because her attention has been pulled from me to the guy who just settled into the lounger on the other side of me.

I turn, my fake smile growing wider, faker when I see it’s the blond guy from the pool. At least he knows this is a pre-birthday party. Others I’ve known for years haven’t even mentioned it, asking where the bar was the second they stepped in the house.

“Remington,” I say, offering my hand and pulling it back after only a couple of seconds of contact with his.

“Preston.” His smile is wide, if a little shy.

He has to be new money. He doesn’t have that cocky air of entitlement to him yet. If anything, he seems a little in awe of being here, and I find myself growing to enjoy his company as we sit silently, watching the guys continue to hit the ball around the pool.

“You left the condom wrapper on the floor,” Sasha says, her voice so close to my ear it startles me.

I have to pull my head back in order to not smack our cheeks together when I turn to look at her. She’s glaring at Preston, leaning into the space of my own lounger.

“That’s disgusting,” she adds.

His cheeks turn pink. “S-sorry. That was rude. I didn’t see a trashcan.”

“It’s in the—”

I drown them out, grimacing when Kyle walks across the pool deck. I swear he acts like he’s on a camera reel in slow motion with the way he tosses his hair back and forth like some damn Disney prince. Does he think all eyes are on him?

He circles around the lounger, not interrupting Preston who is taking a verbal lashing from Sasha and leans over the back of mine.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

I tilt my head up to look up at him, and of course his eyes are on my chest and not my face.

“Kyle,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Wanna go someplace a little quieter?” His finger trails down my arm, cold chills—and not the good kind—sweep down my arms. “We could—”

Kyle yelps, and I sit up quickly, stopping the argument between Preston and Sasha as I spin around to see what’s going on.

Flynn shoves Kyle into Brooks’ chest in a practiced move before he lifts me up over the top of the lounger like I weigh nothing.

“What the hell are you doing?” All the air leaves my lungs when he tosses me over his shoulder and carries me away from the pool.

What is going on? There is no way I’m upside down, staring at the backs of his legs. This happens in ignorant movies, not real life.

“You’re out there showing everyone your ass,” he hisses.

“I was sitting on my ass until you put it on display!”

I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, but then his big hand comes down in a slap on the exposed skin of my ass, and the only thing I can do is yelp.

Chapter 19

Flynn

I’ve memorized everything about this woman, including the roster of men who’ve been in her life. That