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I only dragged you up here with me
because I didn’t believe you.’
    Troy
smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders.
    ‘I
could go back and get drunk with those guys but you know as well as I do how
boring they all are. To be honest, I’m enjoying this – and I can’t leave you
running around in the middle of the night all on your own, can I? Not with all
the…’ Troy pauses, and jokingly looks around to make sure no one can hear us.
‘…ghostly goings on in this hotel.’
    I
giggle, and now that he’s not being a smart arse I can’t help but feel a little
starstruck around him. I don’t usually feel like this around celebrities, but
I’m suddenly feeling very attracted to him, and just having his arm around me
is making my whole body feel tingly.
    ‘Are
you sure you want to spend your night hunting for Dylan with me? It won’t be
easy.’
    ‘I’m
sure,’ he replies, squeezing me tightly before releasing me as the doors ping
open in the hotel lobby. ‘Now, what could that girl have meant when she said
Dylan was seeing man about a dog?’
    ‘Ah,’
I say awkwardly. ‘About that…’

Chapter Six: A man about a dog
     
    ‘A
prostitute?’ Troy asks in amazement.
    ‘Yep.
A man about a dog is just Dylan’s polite way of saying that he’s… looking for
company, shall we say. Don’t act like you’re surprised.’
    ‘It’s
not the fact he sleeps with prostitutes that amazes me, it’s the fact that he
literally got out of bed with a girl who just slept with him – for free,’ Troy
rants, his voice jumping higher on those last two words. ‘He slept with a girl
and instantly decided he wanted more sex, but this time he wanted to hand over
money for it. And didn’t you say he slept with the girl who has his phone?’
    ‘Yep,’
I say casually. This may surprise Troy, but I’ve heard it all before. This is
all standard Dylan King behaviour. He’ll be so drunk he won’t really know or
care what or who he is doing, and he’ll carry on like this until someone stops
him.
    ‘Right.
So we need to find prostitutes,’ Troy says casually.
    ‘We
do. So if I wanted to find a hooker, where would I go?’
    ‘The
concierge,’ Troy suggests. ‘They help guests find whatever they want.’
    ‘Mr
Reeves,’ I tease. ‘You’ve done this before.’
    ‘Nope,’
he says with a laugh. ‘I’ve just watched a lot of Hotel Babylon – I told you, I
have four sisters.’
    ‘Yeah,
that and you love it.’ I’m rather enjoying teasing him.
    He
smiles that trademark smile of his and I swoon a little. Mentally pinching
myself, I approach the concierge desk – don’t go getting your goals mixed up,
Nicole.
    ‘Hello,’
I say brightly to the man sitting at the desk. ‘I’d like a prostitute, please.’
    He
stares at me for a moment before grabbing his phone and punching in a number.
    ‘Well
they charge extra for couples,’ he says, looking us both up and down. ‘Male or
female?’
    Troy
raises his hand as if he’s about to make a suggestion. I playfully slap it
down.
    ‘Oh,
no. Not like that, Roger,’ I say, spotting his name badge and sniggering
slightly as I say his name out loud. ‘I think a friend of mine is looking for
one, so I wondered if you could tell me where he might have gone.’
    Roger
scratches his head, clearly grappling with his conscience.
    ‘This
friend, might he have dark hair?’ Roger asks.
    ‘Yes,’
I say softly, hoping he doesn’t freeze up on us.
    ‘And
might he be a guest at the hotel?’
    ‘You’re
getting warmer, Roger,’ Troy interrupts. I think he’s enjoying this Scooby
Doo-esque investigating a little too much.
    ‘We’re
guests here. What if we wanted to go out and find a bit of company, where would
we go?’ I ask in an attempt to make it easier for Roger to help us out, he’s
clearly breaking some kind of concierge code of conduct by dishing guests’
details to us.
    ‘Say
you’d told me that you didn’t want one sending to your room, that you wanted