Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Keep it Movin'

TYLER

Smokeshow totally shut me down.

Damn.

Guess it'll have to be Irina, then. She's hot, too, so that's fine, I suppose. We'll go out and get her tattooed, and then I'll get her into bed. Score one for America. And, you know maybe a couple of scores for Russia, too. The female orgasm is real, and I'm generally an avid contributor to the cause.

I throw my jacket over my shoulder and catch the gentle trail of Zoya's perfume. I breathe in a deeper whiff and feel a stab of something unpleasant hit me right in the upper chest.

Weird.

The lush floral fragrance sticks with me all the way back up to the mid-season press party for some reason. Maybe because I keep turning my head toward my shoulder and sniffing for it. The scent of Zoya Kolochev on my jacket is way more addicting than it should be. This I know.

Big Brother Kolochev accosts me right off the bat.