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IF LOVE HAD A PRICE: BONUS SCENE
KRIS’S BACHELORETTE
ANA HUANG
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Kris’s Bachelorette
If We Were Perfect
Keep in Touch with Ana Huang
About the Author
 KRIS’S BACHELORETTE
“We’re lost,” Kris declared after half an hour of trampling through the resort’s perfectly
manicured grounds.
“We are not lost.” Courtney planted her hands on her hips and turned in a slow circle,
taking in their surroundings. “We’re directionally challenged. We’ll find our way.”
Her bold proclamation would’ve carried more authority had she not slurred every third
word. Courtney + back-to-back tequila and Jagerbomb shots = road to blackout city.
“How can we get lost in a hotel?” Skylar hiccuped. “It’s a hotel! Motel, Holidae In.” She
collapsed into giggles as her question morphed into a drunken rendition of Chingy’s
“Holidae In.”
Skylar + five of any type of shots = the world’s bubbliest hysteria. “What are we looking
for again?” Farrah squinted. Her face matched her crimson top, and she held onto
Olivia for balance as she hopped on one foot while trying to adjust the straps of the heel
on her other foot.
“Our strippers.” Olivia sounded the soberest out of all of them, but her dilated pupils
and flushed cheeks indicated she wasn’t immune from the effects of their night so far.
Kris, Courtney, Farrah, Olivia, and Skylar had arrived in Jamaica that morning for
Kris’s bachelorette weekend. They were staying at an exclusive adults-only resort that
boasted a world-class spa, multiple award-winning restaurants, a nightclub with a live
DJ, a “village” of boutiques that sold everything from breezy-chic resort wear to hand-
crafted leather accessories, and two private beaches—one regular, one clothing-
optional.
Courtney, as the maid of honor, had planned the entire weekend (with help from
Olivia, who could never resist a good plan-a-thon). Their daytime activities had
provided the relaxation and girls’ time Kris desperately needed after a crazy few
months at work. MentHer was expanding into three other cities besides L.A.—San
Francisco, New York, and Chicago—but it was a fucking trial trying to find competent,
efficient people who could manage operations in the new locations.
Incompetency: a worldwide scourge.
Luckily, after hours of spa pampering, sunbathing, and retail therapy—not to mention
some of the most delicious food Kris had ever tasted—her tension had drained away
and she’d lulled herself into a relaxed vacation state...until the sun set.
Their evening had started innocently enough, with drinks and games in their villa
followed by dancing at the club. That was when shit got out of hand. As in, dancing-on-
the-table-topless (Courtney), puking-on-a-reality-TV-star-couple (Skylar), accidentally-
downing-shots-of-some-strange-drink-that-made-them-hallucinate (everyone) out of
hand.
Kris had barely stopped seeing My Little Ponies dancing across her vision before
Courtney received a call from the stripper company telling her their strippers were lost.
That was a revelation because 1) Courtney had hired strippers for tomorrow night, not
tonight, and 2) How the hell did you get lost in a resort? All the buildings and rooms
were numbered and chronological, and the front desk should’ve pointed their guests in
the right direction.
At least, that was what Kris thought when Courtney informed them they had to go on a
field trip to find their lost strippers. Now, after thirty minutes of fruitless searching, she
understood the strippers’ pain. There were a lot of wrong turns one could make in a
400-acre resort.
Being drunk and possibly high—what the hell had been in those drinks?—didn’t help.
Kris blinked away another sparkly My Little Pony prancing before her and tried to sort
through her thoughts. “We should ask for directions.”
“No!” Courtney yelled.
The other women clapped their hands over their ears and winced at the volume.
“Courtney’s mad.” Skylar giggled. “Maaa-aaa-aaad.” She dragged the word out the
way one would mimic a sheep. Baaaaa.
“You’re just like Blake.” Farrah flopped to the ground in a dramatic heap and tugged
off her shoes. “He hates asking for directions, too.” She hauled her arm back and threw
one of her heels into the dark; a few seconds later, the faint splash of water pierced the
night, followed by a disgruntled “Ow!”
“Oh, no,” Olivia stage-whispered. “You hit someone.”
“Do you think he’s dead?” Farrah whispered back.
“If he was, he probably wouldn’t have yelled ‘ow.’”
Farrah nodded, and Kris found herself nodding, too. That made sense.
Olivia always made sense.
“We should leave, anyway,” Kris said, remembering the horror movie she’d watched
the other night. “What if he died after he yelled and comes back to life and turns us all
into zombies?”
The five women stared at each other with wide eyes.
Without another word, they ran away from wherever they were—perhaps the pool
area, judging by the splash—laughing and panting as they bumped and tripped over
each other.
“We’re going to die!” Skylar’s delighted tone didn’t match her morbid prediction. “I’ve
always wondered what it would be like to die, but then come back to life. Do you think
we’ll see a white light? Actually, I see a light now—but it’s not white, it’s like orangey—
oh my God, we’re in hell!”
She sounded less delighted.
“That looks like a fire.” Kris’s nose twitched. “Smells like one, too.”
“Hell has fire. I can’t believe we’re in Hades.” Skylar’s blue eyes were huge and round
in the dark. “What did I do to deserve this? I’ve been good, except for that time I locked
Nate in a closet when I was seven.”
“That was you?” Kris yelped. “Nate still refuses to go into our walk-in closet because of
that.”
“He made fun of my clothes,” Skylar explained.
“Guys! We’re not in hell.” Courtney swept aside the tree branches and foliage
obscuring their view. “We’re at the clothing-optional beach.”
Kris blinked, her vision sharpening and adjusting to the change in light levels as she
swept her eyes over the scene in front of her. They were, indeed, at the clothing-
optional beach. Dozens of resort guests paraded around, drinking and dancing to the
hypnotic, steel-drum-heavy beats inundating the air. A giant bonfire glowed against the
inky night sky, casting everyone in eerie orange light. On one end of the beach, there
was a limbo contest going on; on the other, there was a drinking contest. Everyone
looked happy and drunk and very, very naked.
Guess they all took the “optional” part of clothing-optional to heart.
Kris, Courtney, Farrah, Olivia, and Skylar watched, slack-jawed and slightly horrified,
as two men in their sixties or maybe seventies strutted past, gyrating to the music. One
was long and tall, like a beanpole who’d sprouted legs; the other was short and pudgy,
with a round stomach that matched his round, shiny head.
Short and Round spotted them gawking at him and his buddy from the bushes. He
winked and circled his hips so his dick swung, helicopter-style. It was more playful
than lascivious, but that somehow made it worse.
Kris’s dinner contemplated making a reappearance via her throat while her friends
squeaked in dismay.
“My eyes,” Olivia moaned. “I’m scarred for life.”
“I was right,” Skylar wheezed. “We are in hell.”
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait.” Courtney grasped Kris’s wrist, her hands digging into the gold
bracelet Nate had bought her for her birthday last year. The bracelet was engraved with
a simple note: My forever red-carpet date.
It was Kris’s favorite piece of jewelry.
“Those are our strippers!” her friend shouted, pointing at the beach. “We found them!”
“How do you know what they look like?” Farrah hiccupped. “We haven’t met them
before.”
“I picked them out personally from the agency’s website,” Courtney said, climbing over
the shrubbery onto the beach and pulling Kris along with her. “Trust me. I know what
they look like.”
The other women trudged dutifully behind her as she beelined toward the men she
claimed were the strippers she’d hired for Kris’s bachelorette.
“Xavier! Devan!” Courtney shouted once they got within earshot distance.
Whaddaya know, both men turned and—holy shit.
Kris was happily engaged. She loved Nate and thought he was the sexiest man in the
world. But W-O-W. The men in front of her were twins and blindingly gorgeous, with
matching tall, muscular frames, green eyes, and rich dark hair.
They were also blindingly naked, not to mention very well-endowed.
“I lied. We’re in heaven,” Skylar said dreamily. “Don’t tell Teague I said that,” she
added.
“I won’t.” Kris couldn’t help but feel a bit cheated. Where was the fun in having male
strippers if they were already stripped?
“We’re the Carrera party.” Courtney had stopped slurring her words—good sign. But
her blue eyes shone with mischief—bad sign. “Your agency said you got lost.”
Xavier or Devan’s face lit up with recognition before both men started babbling about
how they made a wrong turn somewhere and stumbled on the beach. The partygoers
had convinced them to shed their clothes and inhibitions—not that they had many to
begin, Xavier/Devan added with a wicked gleam in his eyes—and the agency had called
to say they’d mixed up the dates and they weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow
night, so Xavier and Devan had decided to stay and party instead.
“The agency didn’t call me.” Courtney checked her phone. “Probablyyyy because my
phone’s dead.” Her frown lasted for all of two seconds before it melted and she
beamed. “But now we can party together!”
“Wait a minute.” Olivia held up a hand. “I am not taking off my clothes in front of a
bunch of strangers.”
“Don’t you read erotica?” Courtney whipped her dress over her head, revealing a lean,
athletic frame clad in blue lace underwear. “Dancing nude should be nothing!”
“Exhibitionism isn’t my kink,” Olivia sniffed.
“What is your kink?” Xavier/Devan asked with interest.
“None of your business. All I’m saying is, there is no way in hell I am taking my clothes
off.”

An indeterminate amount of time later

They all took their clothes off. Dancing nude was surprisingly liberating, or maybe that
was the additional drinks they’d imbibed talking. Drinks came courtesy the
dreadlocked beach bartender, who kind of looked like Jason Momoa. He was the reason
why Kris and her friends were so drunk—they’d kept going back for additional shots
just to gawk at him.
Well, that plus Devan and Xavier’s encouragement. The guys weren’t here in a
professional capacity, which was good, because they’d engaged in a number of
unprofessional activities tonight. For example, one of them made out with Courtney in
the bushes while the other tried to rope Skylar and Farrah into a threesome. He didn’t
succeed.
After the nude beach party broke up, the group stumbled back to the girls’ villa. As it
turned out, one of Devan and Xavier’s female colleagues was also at the resort tonight
for a bachelor party, and she showed up after her gig to join in the fun, all legs and
sparkly skin in a sexy angel costume.
Her name was Tansy, and she was hands down the most flexible person Kris had ever
met.
“I have a trick that guys love,” Tansy announced some time after she arrived. “Some
girls, too.” She winked. “Wanna see?”
“Is it the lollipop thing?” Devan/Xavier demanded. “Say it’s the lollipop thing.”
“It’s the lollipop thing,” Tansy confirmed.
“Yes!” Devan/Xavier #2—Kris had never figured out who was who—pumped his fist in
the air. “Love the lollipop thing.”
“What’s the lollipop thing?” Olivia asked.
Ten minutes later, the entire bachelorette party watched Tansy’s show with a mixture of
horror and fascination.
Skylar clutched Kris’s arm. “Is she—?”
“Yep.” Kris blinked, trying but failing to look away as Tansy inserted a lollipop into
her, er, wrapper, so to speak.
They had blown past the stripping stop and gone straight into sex show zone.
Kris had nothing against live sex shows. Personally, she didn’t watch them for fun, but
some people liked it and that was cool. Except most shows were between two humans,
not a human and a lollipop.
“How?” Courtney demanded. “That’s not even a Tootsie Roll. That’s a full-on jumbo
swirl—“
“I’m going to throw up.” Farrah clapped a hand over her mouth. “I drank too much.”
“My eyes are scarred but I can’t look away because I don’t want to be rude,” Olivia
whispered. “She was so excited about this trick.”
Tansy had been super excited and proud. Apparently, the lollipop thing was her Thing.
It was what she was known for.
After a few more minutes, Tansy took the lollipop out, popped it into her mouth, and
sucked on it before smiling. “What do you think? Neat, huh?”
Before anyone could answer, Farrah’s face took on an alarming green tinge. She turned
her head and vomited all over Devan/Xavier, who jumped back and knocked over a
candle on the table next to him.
The candle tipped onto the floor.
The area rug covering the floor caught fire.
The—shit, the rug covering the floor caught fire!
“Fire!” Courtney shouted the obvious while Tansy screamed and Farrah continued
vomiting. Devan and Xavier cursed wildly. One of them tried to throw a glass of clear
liquid onto the flames before the other knocked it out of his hand—apparently, said
liquid was vodka, not water—and the glass shattered.
Skylar burst into tears.
Olivia ran off, and Kris didn’t blame her. Between the screaming, crying, and, oh yeah,
the fucking fire in the living room, it was chaos.
She watched it all unfold the way she would watch a TV drama. The entire situation
seemed surreal.
God, she was going to die without seeing Nate again. She needed to call him. Tell him
how much she loved him. Tell him—
“Fire’s out.”
Silence fell in the wake of Olivia’s calm words.
Skylar peeked out from behind her splayed fingers while Tansy’s jaw dropped, causing
her poor lollipop to hit the floor with a thud.
Olivia stood by the now-extinguished fire with a fire extinguisher in hand—where did
she get that?—and a sober expression, her earlier drunkenness nowhere in sight. The
smell of burnt fibers curled in the air, but at least the damage had been limited to the
expensive, hand-crafted rug.
They were going to get a hell of a bill when they checked out.
“Olivia Tang.” Courtney pressed a hand to her chest. “You. Are. A. Godsend.”
“We’re, uh, gonna head out,” Devan/Xavier said, backing up toward the exit.
Devan/Xavier #2 was already halfway out the door. Clearly, their high had worn off,
and they looked increasingly freaked out over what had transpired. “It was fun. Good
luck. See ya later!”
The men beat a hasty retreat.
Tansy picked up her lollipop, shimmied into her white angel underwear—yes, she’d
been naked from the waist down this entire time—and waved a cheerful goodbye
before following her colleagues into the night.
“Do you think they’ll come back tomorrow?” Skylar asked. “Kris never got her show or
a lap dance.”
“I’m good.” Kris exhaled sharply, the vestiges of her adrenaline chasing away her
earlier alcohol-induced fog. “I don’t need a lap dance, and judging by the way those
guys ran out of here, they’re not coming back.”
Courtney’s face fell. “But it’s your bachelorette weekend. It’s supposed to be wild and sexy
and fun!”
Kris couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Court, we danced naked on the beach with strangers,
watched a stripper shove a lollipop up her hooha, and nearly set our villa on fire. I think
that ticks all the boxes.”
Everyone stared at each other.
A second ticked by, followed by another, before they burst into hysterical laughter.
“Which of those ticks the ‘fun’ box?” Farrah asked, wiping tears from her eyes. She’d
finally stopped throwing up, and her color had improved remarkably in the past ten
minutes. She was now a delicate shade of green as opposed to the hue of pea soup.
“Dancing naked.”
“Lollipop show.”
“Fire.”
Kris, Skylar, and Olivia spoke at the same time.
Courtney arched her eyebrows.
“The lollipop thing was fun, in a disturbing way,” Skylar said defensively. “We’ll never
see anything like that again.”
“You never know.” Olivia set the extinguisher on the floor. “The fire was fun because I
taped your reactions. It was hilarious.”
Farrah gasped. “We were on fire and you were taping us?”
“You weren’t on fire; the rug was. I only taped for like five seconds, and I already had
the extinguisher.”
“I didn’t even know we had an extinguisher in the villa,” Kris mused.
“I read the welcome guide and emergency instructions front-to-back this morning
before we hit the spa,” Olivia said matter-of-factly.
That set them off again.
Their savior of the night frowned, looking confused. “What’s so funny?”
Courtney slung her arm over Olivia’s shoulder. “Never change, Liv. Never change.”
Kris shook her head and smiled. If this was what the first night of her bachelorette
weekend was like…she didn’t want to know what the next two nights had in store.
Two exes, one house. What could go wrong?

Olivia had a plan: MBA, Wall Street VP by thirty-two, marriage and two children
(preferably twins because #efficiency).

Not in her plan? Losing half her belongings in an apartment flood and being forced to
turn to her ex for help.

Definitely not in her plan? Moving into said ex’s house and watching him walk around
shirtless, bake her cupcakes, and look at her with those smoldering—

Wait, what was she talking about again?

***

Between his bakery and meddling family, Sammy had enough on his plate without
bringing the ex he’d never been able to forget into the mix.
But when Olivia asks for his help, he couldn’t say no. He could, however, make her
regret breaking his heart—as long as he doesn’t do anything foolish, like sneak into her
room and kiss her senseless…

As passion slowly replaces their dislike for each other, Sammy and Olivia discover their
past isn’t what it seems and their future is anything but certain. Can they overcome
their pride and give love a second chance, or is history doomed to repeat itself?
Release Date: November 30, 2020
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 ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ana Huang is an Amazon best-selling author of Young Adult, New Adult, and
contemporary romance. Her books often feature strong heroines, sexy heroes, and
Asian American characters.
Besides reading and writing, Ana loves traveling and learning about new cultures. She
majored in international relations and her travels often inspire her story settings.
Ana lives in New York, where she prefers cafe-hopping, exploring the city's hidden
gems, and binge-watching Netflix with a pint of Ben & Jerry's over taking advantage of
the city's nightlife. She doesn’t drink coffee (!) but absolutely lives for matcha and chai
lattes.