Hotel Team

Paige

I jostled into the man on my left, then the one on my right, and back again. Fucking shitty SUV. Fucking desert. I could’ve lived the rest of my life without feeling the particular cold of a desert at night again.

“All set back there?” Sam called from the driver’s seat.

“More like game, set, match,” I grumbled as another dune sent me rattling.

He chuckled. “We’re almost to the city, I swear. Tom said there’s a better vehicle there, too.”

I grimaced and focused on keeping from banging my nose on the seat in front of me.

The car Sam promised was indeed better than the shitty SUV in that it actually gave me a chance to look at the men I’d spent an hour driving through the desert with under some kind of light. And I got to sit in the passenger’s seat. Sam was new to me, which set me on edge, but I’d seen the other three around the house, I thought. The one named Harry had a tendency to ghost around the place not really saying anything. The second was named Rico. I only recognized hi