“You’re so beautiful.” Bristol’s voice shook. She felt Annie tug at her hips to pull her fully between her legs. When she sank into Annie’s softness, they both moaned. Bristol couldn’t stop her hips from rotating and pressing into Annie. This wasn’t how she’d seen the night going down, but if Annie was in, she was, too.

“I know you can hear me!”

They froze as a heated exchange took place outside Bristol’s suite. Bristol looked at her door, expecting somebody to burst through it.

“Bristol! I know you’re in there!”

Bristol looked at Annie and swore under her breath. “It’s Lizzy.”

Annie scrambled to a sitting position and tugged at the hem of her dress. “Is she okay?”

“It sounds like she’s drunk. Great.” Bristol grabbed her shirt from the floor and slipped it on. She opened the door wide enough to stick her head out. She blocked the opening so that Lizzy couldn’t see inside. “What’s going on?”

Lizzy had her back against the wall with the beefy security guard standing over her. “Where did you go? The party is just getting started.” She pushed the security guard away and stumbled into the suite. Bristol wasn’t about to block her. Lizzy wasn’t a happy drunk.

“We wanted to get away from the noise, so Annie and I are in here,” Bristol said.

Annie looked completely undisturbed and slightly bored holding her drink from earlier. The flush of pink on her skin was the only giveaway that something other than just chatting was going on in the room. Lizzy was thankfully oblivious.

“Good idea. It’s so loud out there.” Lizzy pointed to the closed door. “Mr. Muscles wouldn’t let me in. What are you talking about? If Annie and I are a good fit? She might sign with me.”

“No. We weren’t talking about music. We were talking about Colorado and what Annie likes to do for fun back home.”

Lizzy plopped down on a chair, spilling her drink in the process. Bristol was seething that their night had been ruined. “Will there be a conflict of interest if I rep both of you?”

This wasn’t the conversation Bristol wanted to have now, or ever really. “No. How about we pick this up in the morning? Come on. I’ll get you back to your room.”

Lizzy waved her off. “It’s okay. I’ll just crash on the couch. Annie? Can you move so I can sleep?”

Annie immediately stood. “You know, maybe I should go. You’re going to have your hands full here.”

She gave Bristol a weak smile and a shrug. Bristol clenched her fists and mouthed “I’m sorry” to Annie.

“Don’t go on my account. I’ll chat with you, too,” Lizzy said.