Playing Mr. Perfect (The Bradens at Ridgeport #1)

Pepper

“ Okay, okay! I’ve got one! Never have I ever…” Brindle’s voice trails off, her rascally gaze moving around the table. Anticipation hangs in the air like bait as we await her claim in our game of Never Have I Ever.

We’re at the hotel nightclub for a private party with the bands and their crews. They’re leaving early tomorrow morning for their next stop on the tour. Music is blaring, and the club is teeming with people dancing and drinking. Johnny has already come and gone, and his and Sable’s bandmates are scattered around the club. I’m tipsy from alcohol, high from the excitement of the night, and my every nerve ending is ablaze from the darkly handsome man beside me. It’s been hours since Clay and I struck our deal, and he’s been right there ever since, driving me out of my mind with furtive glances, hidden touches, whispered jokes, and sexy innuendos that catch me off guard, wreaking havoc with my ability to think about anything other than the dirty things he says.

“Never have I ever,” Brindle, the drama queen, repeats, “had sex in public.”