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in my guest house back in Las Vegas with her little boy and I can attest that the woman is so organized her soda is arranged alphabetically in her fridge.
    Wiggling her eyebrows, Marley said, “Ready to party it up?”
    Marley knows of my plans to have a wild night and while I know she’ll be staying in her hotel room, by herself, she doesn’t judge me for my somewhat vast sexual appetites. Sex was something I craved, plain and simple. I know that, my therapist knows that, and I’m okay with it. I yearn for the connection I get from the act, even if it’s false, which has led to more than a few heartbreaks. But that wasn’t going to happen anymore. Tomorrow I’m no longer pining after bad boys, only mature men who have good heads on their shoulders and were responsible. Someone who had the patience to teach me how to trust, someone I can rely on.
    With Marley in tow and two big biker bodyguards in front of me and one behind, I was led through the backstage party. It was packed and I smiled and waved while people yelled congratulations to me on my performance. We made it to where my bus sat in the section of the festival grounds where the VIP entertainers have their RVs and big luxury buses, and I finally relaxed a little bit. The noise level is only slightly less than an airplane taking off, and when I reach the door of my bus, one of the guys escorting us, a hot-in-a-mean-way Latino lover, stopped me. The back of his patched-up vest held the symbol for the Iron Horse MC, an almost tribal-looking horse head with a mane like flames.
    Old me, the person my mother tried to make me in to, would have snapped at him to move his fucking ass, but new me had more patience. Or at least I tried to have more patience. Plus this was the MC Scarlet was a part of so I was curious about them, but they were still standing between me and my shower. I wiped my face with the edge of my robe, the sweaty makeup leaving behind a sparkly tan stain. Yuck. Thank God for Playboy’s kick-ass tour bus that was crazy luxurious with for-real hot water showers—two of them. It sure beat the hell out of trying to clean up with just a sink and a washcloth.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed more men materializing around us beneath the portable sodium lights that illuminated this area of the enormous campgrounds, all watching me with expressions ranging from impassive to downright flirty. “What’s up?”
    The guy blocking my way flashed me a panty-dropping smile, but he was one of those rare hot guys I didn’t have any chemistry with. If I was going to spend my last night letting my freak flag fly, it wasn’t going to be with this dark-eyed hottie. Arching my brow, I let him know with my less-than-impressed look that his smile wasn’t going to make me all starry-eyed.
    One of the guys behind him snickered, but the massive Hispanic man ignored him. “Marley was sayin’ you want to go out into that mess and party tonight.”
    “Oh she did, did she?”
    I looked over at Marley, surprised she was getting chatty with the bikers. Her flush was highly visible beneath the bright lights and she sucked her lips in. When I narrowed my eyes at her, she blushed harder and kept sneaking glances at one of the bikers behind me. I couldn’t tell which one, just that someone had her all flustered. It would have been cute, if Marley hadn’t been getting all sparkly eyed over a biker. Unlike me, my assistant didn’t have much experience with men and what little she did was horrific. I worried about her getting hurt and gave her a warning look.
    Misreading my silent glare, the big Hispanic guy took a step closer to me, his rough hands raised in a soothing manner. “Hey now, don’t get mad, she was just trying to coordinate with us so you always have someone with you to watch your back. Trust me, you lookin’ like you do is gonna be like throwing a juicy steak to a pack of starving dogs if you head out there on your own. The security they have for you is