Page 234 of Filthy Beautiful

She shook her head at me and smiled. Then she started heading over to me.

A couple of guys started talking to me—friends of the owners or something?—and I smiled and thanked them for coming, but I wasn’t really listening.

I watched as Flynn and one of the bouncers went to talk to Blair, then escorted him out of the VIP area. I knew Flynn would be thorough; they’d bounce him right out of the venue.

Flynn definitely took his job—which was Elle’s security—seriously. And as one of Elle’s closest friends, he took mine just as seriously. Even if he wasn’t being paid to do it.

I’d always liked that about the man.

I didn’t have a bodyguard of my own—didn’t want one—but it was definitely handy having men around who could kick ass in a situation like this.

If only this particular one was just a little morefun.

Elle approached and hugged me, and I tugged her into the doorway, away from everyone. “Fantastic show, hottie,” she said. “I figured I’d wait my turn while your adoring fans swarmed you.”

“So thoughtful.”

“So what happened? I just saw Flynn kiss you.”

“Did you?”

“Actually, I sawyoukissFlynn.”

“Did I?”

She grinned at me. “What did youdo.”

“Nothing.”

“I repeat, I just saw Flynn kiss you.”

“Maybe he just wanted to kiss me.”

She narrowed her steely gray eyes at me. “You did something.”

I shrugged. “I just borrowed your bodyguard for a few minutes.” I watched him making his way back toward the VIP area, through the crowd. No sign of Blair. “It was kinda fun.”

Elle snickered. “Well, if you want, you can borrow him for the whole night.”

I watched him moving through the VIP area toward us. “We’ll see. Do you think he’s that stiff in bed?”

“Idon’tthink about it,” she said.

I knew that was probably true.

However. Didn’t meanIcouldn’t think about it.

He wasn’tmybodyguard, now was he?

“Hmm. You’re coming home with me, right?” I asked her. Her baby was at home with the nanny, and her man was away… She really had no excuse to rush home. “I’m having an after party…”

“Of course you are.”

“We can do shots backstage first…”

“You can do shots. I’m breastfeeding.”

“I know. Sweetie, I’d be happy to drink for the both of us.”

“And would this situation call for security?” she asked me.

“Of course,” I said, with mock innocence, and she gave Flynn a little nod as he drew near. “Safety first, babe.”

Then I tugged her with me, through the door to backstage, and Flynn followed.

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