“What. Does. It. Say?” Beau’s smile turns sly. We talked a few hours ago, and he insisted on me wearing the plug tonight. I know it’s going to be a distraction, but he swears it will help with my plan to talk with Lucky and Jayk. Worse, after we talked, he bent me over and wrote something on my ass in black marker—then had the audacity to order me not to look or else I would be in “big trouble.”
