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time who would do
anything he asks… for free.
    “Hookers?” I
ask dubiously.  Sin snorts into the phone.
    “It’s
Amsterdam,” he says, by way of explanation.  “We can’t come into Amsterdam
and not visit the red light district.  That would be sacrilege.”
    It’s my turn
to snort.
    “The red light
district?” I chuckle.  “And how exactly are you and baby brother Duncan
going to slip into the red light district unseen by paparazzi?”
    I can
practically feel Sin shrug through the phone. Because he doesn’t give a flying
fuck.
    “I don’t care
if they see me or not,” he answers flippantly.  “I don’t live my life
according to what they think is acceptable or not.  And speaking of that,
I’ve got to go.  Are you going to be here for my party or not?”
    “Yes.”
    He hangs up
without another word and I glance over at my manager. “It’s going to be a long
night.”
    Tally grins
without even looking up from his smartphone.  “Yep.  You might want
to drink a few cans of Red Bull, old man.”
    I shake my
head.  “Do you have any?”
    Tally glances
up. “I had them stock the plane with it, enough for Amy too.  She’ll need
it if she’s going to keep up with you.”  He pauses, then stares at
me.  “Be careful how you treat her.  The public loves to see you
starring together.  You’ve got to think of your image, first and
foremost.”
    “I’m very
close to being done with her,” I tell him calmly.  “I’m not going to stay
with her just to satisfy public perception.”
    Tally
continues his stare-down.  “And I would never suggest that.  I’m just
telling you to let her down with respect.  Don’t treat her like a
whore.  Break up like a normal person.”
    I pause,
considering that.  “But what if she acts like a whore?”
    Tally shakes
his head.  “It doesn’t matter.  Be a gentleman.  The public
loves that about you.”
    “Is Amy
already headed out to the plane?” I ask, grabbing a gulp of Tally’s
drink. 
    “The last I
heard, yes,” Tally answers, getting to his feet and straightening his
jacket.  “Although, she got into an altercation in the lobby with some
fans.  Some little girl wanted her autograph and Amy went off on her for
invading her personal space. For fuck’s sake, Amy needs some lessons in
PR.  She’s a nightmare.  You ready?”
    I nod and we
walk from the hotel to a waiting car.
    The drive to
the airport doesn’t take long and within a few more moments, I’m walking up the
stairs and entering the plane.  I’m immediately struck with the vision of
Amy sitting with two young blondes on a leather sofa. 
    The two
blondes are topless and Amy is in the middle, dressed only in a red leather
corset. 
    My dick
tightens in pants. 
    Tally slams
into me from behind, since I’ve stopped dead-still in the aisle and he swivels
around me to see what the hold-up is.  I hear him suck in his breath.
    “You’re a
fucking lucky son-of-a-bitch, Kinkaide,” he mutters.  “I’ll just…stay up
here.”
    I don’t
answer.  Instead, I take a step, then another.
    “What’s this?”
I ask nonchalantly, staring down at Amy’s upturned face.  She reaches out
and trails her fingers down my thigh. 
    “Oh, this?”
she asks innocently, glancing at her two friends.  “These are my
assistants and I’m going to loan them to you for the evening, as well. 
Anything you need, just ask.  They’ll be happy to oblige.  And
me?  I’m in a rare accommodating mood, too.  Whatever you desire, no
matter what it is… ask.  And it’s yours.”
    And now I’m
amused.  Amy Ashby is stooping to this?   For what?  Just
to fuck me?  I have a growing suspicion that it’s less the driving need to
fuck me and more about saving her wounded ego because I don’t seem to want
to.  Her ego is the biggest thing about her.
    “Well,” I
smile.  “This could be an interesting evening.”
    Amy smiles
back and pats the seat next to her.  The blonde to her