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"That's not what she has been telling Lila. In fact…" Max leans forward conspiratorially. "I've heard that the girls have formed a club."
"A club?" I ask. "What sort of club?" Remington holds his hands up like we're in school.
"I bet I know what the club's called."
"Oh, yeah? And what's that?" I say, looking toward him.
"The Bosses I'd Love to Fuck Club," he says, chuckling. I roll my eyes and Max laughs.
"You wish."
"Actually, no. I don't really want to fuck Juniper," he says, laughing. "But, hey. I wouldn't mind fucking Skye. Especially if you don't want her, Max."
"Hands off my assistant. I do not need her life being any more complicated."
"What's the name of the club?" I ask Max.
"I think they call it the Annoying Hot Bosses Club," he says, shaking his head. "And before you ask, yes, Lila is a member."
"No way!" I grin.
"You're taking this much better than I thought you would be," Max says.
"You just said they call us their hot bosses." I grin. "So they think I'm hot."
"Yeah, but there's an annoying part in front of that."
"I don't care about being annoying," I say. "I care that Skye was lying."
"What are you talking about?"
"He told her that he is not interested in her and that she shouldn't get any ideas in her head," Remi answers for me and I glare at him.
"You what?" Max's eyes widen.
"It's all Remington's fault. Look, I basically said just because Lila and Max got together doesn't mean that we're going to get together. So just in case she had any ideas or hopes, to get them out of her head."
"You did not." Max bursts out laughing, as do Gabe and Remi.
"I know. I sounded like a douche. I don't even know if I should call her and apologize or leave it alone."
"I am in shock," Max says. "What on Earth possessed you to do that?"
"Like I said...Remington did. He is the one who got into my head and."
"It's not my fault, bro. If I told you to walk off a cliff, would you?"
"No, Papa," I say. I let out a small sigh of relief when the waitress heads back to us with our shots of whiskey.
"Here you go, sir." She smiles at me as she hands me my drink. "Hi, guys." She looks over at Max and Gabe. "My name is Tropicana. I'll be your waitress, server, hostess with the mostest tonight. Is there anything I can get you guys?"
"I'll have what he's having." Gabe nods towards me.
"Whiskey?" Tropicana asks.
"Sure."
"Me too," Max says. "Make that six more shots of whiskey, please." He hands her his credit card. "And you can put it on this card."
