Chapter 83

"Soon as I wake up, I'll call you," I told Samson.

Rohan waved a hand in farewell and dragged me toward the coat check.

I put on my jacket then tried to go back. "I have no shoes," I explained.

He swung me into his arms, ignoring my yelp of protest. My smacks to his chest were half-hearted since my feet hurt.

I held my tongue until we were safely in a cab going back to the hotel. "You almost ruined everything, you faking bastard."

"I pulled the plug on your night. Tough shit. This isn't about enjoying Samson's attention. Or him enjoying yours."

"Why should it matter? This is just a hook-up."

"I was talking about the job."

"So am I. You shouldn't have made me a groupie if you couldn't deal with me embracing the part."

"My groupie."

"As you keep reminding me."