The next morning all the guys were in Colt’s hotel room ranting over the previous night’s situation.
Dustin was pacing the floor like a madman. “What are we going to do about our little problem?”
Trent chuckled. “Cement shoes and an enormous body of water sounds good right now. Feed her to the fishes.”
“At least she’s hot. Colt, what do you think?” Chris asked.
Colt was staring out the window, trying to not think about how she made him feel. She was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and it pissed him off to no end that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He was usually a playful person. This woman infuriated and excited him at the same time.
“Huh? Oh. I don’t know. This girl’s trouble. How about this? We ask her to the bar again tonight. Only maybe a regular bar. The strip club obv
