by Monroe, Max
Normally, I’m not such a snob about design, nor do I make a point to make other people feel bad for their likes and dislikes, but for some reason, this handsome prick and his dickish attitude just bring it out in me.
Before I know it, I’m channeling Regina George.
“Well…” I pause and scrunch up my nose dramatically. “I’m sorry to break the news to you, but the design of this place looks like it was done by a blind rat. Gilded sailboat pictures and tapestries with oxen on them aren’t timeless. They’re old.”
His eyebrows pinch together, highlighting the otherwise perfect features of his face. Goddamn this ugly hotel for housing such perfect-looking humans.
“What did you say your name was again?”
Shit. Emory will absolutely murder me if she finds out I got into some kind of confrontational tête-à-tête with a random Romeo in the hotel gym.
Let’s also not forget this hotel gym is located inside a hotel that is owned by the company you’re about to interview with…
Shit. Yeah. I’d better cut and run while I can.
“I didn’t.” I jump up from the machine with the exact agility I’ve lacked during the rest of my workout and offer a saccharine smile. “But, hey, good news. Machine’s all yours.”
“Aren’t you going to wipe it down?” he asks as I walk toward the door, and I can’t help but turn around for my parting shot.
“Why?” I smirk at the pouty-lipped asshole. “After all, I was just pretending to work out.”
Because you know what dicks can do?
They can go fuck themselves and wipe down their own workout equipment, tight asses and chiseled jaws be damned.
Suck on that, workout Romeo.
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First of all, THANK YOU for reading. That goes for anyone who’s bought a copy, read an ARC, helped us beta, edited, or found time in their busy schedule just to make sure we didn’t completely drop the ball by being late. Yeah, that’s us—sliding in fifteen minutes behind schedule just like Greer. Thank you for supporting us, for talking about our books, and for just being so unbelievably loving and supportive of our characters. You’ve made this our MOST favorite adventure thus far.
THANK YOU to each other. Monroe is thanking Max. Max is thanking Monroe. This shouldn’t surprise you since we’ve done this in every book we’ve published together so far. Or maybe it does surprise you because you don’t ever read those acknowledgments. If that’s the case, joke’s on you. We happen to be hilarious, even in our acknowledgments. But you’ll still have a chance to find out next time because we’ll probably do this forever and ever and ever and ever and…you get the idea. ;)
THANK YOU, Lisa, for being your amazing, hilarious, graciously accommodating, and eagle-eyed self. Are you ready for our next release to come to you early? Are you ready to hear that we’re one book ahead of schedule? Go ahead and prepare yourself now because it is happening!
THANK YOU, Stacey, for making the insides of our book look so damn pretty. You da best!
THANK YOU, JoAnna & Sandra, for being superior Counselor Feathers. You ladies amaze us on a daily basis, and you are the reason Camp Love Yourself is the coolest place to be. Seriously, you do a better job of running it than we do.
THANK YOU, Banana, for rocking our covers. And for spending lots of time covering nipples and enhancing crotches when we ask you to. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.
THANK YOU, Social Butterfly PR, for doing So. Many. Things. If you were one of our kids, you guys would be our favorite child.
THANK YOU to every blogger who has read, reviewed, posted, shared, and supported us. Your enthusiasm, support, and hard work do not go unnoticed.
THANK YOU to the people who love us—our family. You support us, motivate us, and most importantly, tolerate us. Sometimes we’re not the easiest people to live with, especially when there is a deadline looming. We honestly don’t know what we’d do without you guys.
P.S. You don’t know what you’d do without us either, so suck it.
THANK YOU to our Camp members! You guys make us smile every day! Especially when we pop into camp when we’re supposed to be doing something else, and we’re really easy to please. It’s like being really hungry—everything tastes good. HAHA! J/k. J/k. You’d taste good even if we were overfull.
As always, all our love.
XOXO,
Max Monroe
