“He’s super nice. He has a reputation in the business and with his fans for being really wholesome. And he’s mega rich.” She picked up a bag of trail mix, opened it, and started pushing the M&M’s aside to get at the peanuts. “He lives in this insane mansion in Bel Air. He threw this lavish party for Emily when her single hit number one, and all of us who were in the video were invited.”

Wholesome? Unless my definition of wholesome was considered narrow, Charlie was a phony. Or maybe that was just the persona he played for the media and Emily was well aware of his vices. Maybe she even partook in some. An emotion that felt a lot like protectiveness buzzed along my ribs, but I willed it away. It was none of my business.

Having plucked out all the peanuts and a few raisins, Caycee dropped the bag of perfectly good M&M’s in the trash. This woman was clearly off, even if she was hot.

I’d thought I was surrounded by degenerates for the last six years. Hollywood might give prison a run for its money.

The music stopped, and Charlie lifted Emily from the stage, her body sliding down his as she laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her eyes met mine over his shoulder, then moved to Caycee and back to me, her smile slipping.

Charlie set her down on the floor, cupping her jaw and kissing her. I turned, focusing on Caycee, who was saying something about the guy’s three infinity pools. She laughed at some joke she’d made, twirling her hair, her eyes twinkling. I smiled back. I’d thought I didn’t want company, but maybe I should rethink that. “Are you still planning on going out for drinks?”

“Yes! Will you join us?”

“Yeah. Let me make sure I’m officially off duty. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she called, giving me a small wave and a smile.

Emily and Charlie both turned as I approached. Emily’s gaze slid from me to the place over my shoulder where Caycee was standing. “If you’re done here for the day, I’m assuming I’m free to go?”

Emily put her hands on her hips, her lips thinning as she again glanced behind me. “Yes. You’re free to go. But, Tuck, there’s no cavorting with other members of my team. It gets far too messy.”

“Cavorting? I didn’t see anything about cavorting in the contract.”

Her expression faltered momentarily. “Well… I’ll add it in.”

“Too late. I already signed.”

Somehow, once again, without me knowing, we’d moved closer as we spoke so that we were almost standing toe to toe. “So, you’re saying you are going to…cavort?”