“It’s March Madness.” She moved her hair to one side, the black curls hanging past her shoulder, covering her tit. “Vegas sounded like a good place to watch it.”
“My boys and I do this every year.” I nodded toward Dominick, who was on the other side of her, and then pointed at the friends behind us—Brett, Jack, and Max, entertainment agents who hired our firm for a majority of their deals. “It’s our tradition.”
She turned, taking in their faces. “So, these guys belong to you?”
I laughed. “I’m not sure if I should answer that.”
“What about the one who almost ran into me on the way to the restroom? Does he belong to you too?” She tucked a leg beneath her ass—a part of her I was dying to f*****g see. “If so, you need to get that boy some bread and coffee, stat.”
“He’s my younger brother.
