Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Sleeping half-naked with a mouthy, hot pilot is a bad idea.
What would David think?
He’d be disappointed. Just like Daddy.
Shame washes over me and I wallow in self-loathing until I hear the voices again.
“She’s red. Oh, Lord, is he doing her right now? Someone grab the blanket so I can watch!”
I snap my eyes open and glower at the source of the voice. Damian. It’s light in the room, though I can hear the rain still pattering, and he’s dressed like he’s the rainbow meant to chase away the storm. Too many colors. Too bright.
“Why are you here?” I snap, pinning him with a hard glare.
He winces at my tone, but I don’t feel guilty this time. They’re all standing around the bed, watching us like we’re some sort of freakshow exhibit. Carson, Estefania, Kyle, Lawton, and Damian.
“This is all my fault,” Estefania whines. “I should have come to check on you, but Carson said you would be okay with the handsome pilot.”
“I did say that,” Carson agrees. “It wasn’t a lie. They look pretty okay to me.”
Wait. Where did she go last night? I shoot laser beams at Carson and he laughs, shaking his head and pointing at Kyle. Kyle’s eyes widen in fear. Luckily for him, Damian steps in front of him, blinding me with his red sequin tank top and short purple bike shorts. More junk on display today. I can’t deal with this without coffee.
“Can someone hand me my shorts?” a sexy, sleepy voice murmurs beside me. “I seem to have lost them somewhere.”
“Pure chemistry. I knew it.” Carson’s smug grin is going to get slapped right off him. I’d do it now except they’d all see me in this horrible outfit I stole from my roomie.
I roll onto my back, drawing the covers to my chin, and turn to look at Camilo. His arm is bent and he’s resting on his hand, a sexy smirk on his face. Just knowing he’s naked under here with me makes my body tingle and burn.
“Get out of my bed,” I hiss, irrationally angry at Camilo, even though we didn’t technically do anything. “Now!”
He shrugs and then slides out of the bed, his hands covering his crotch. I get a perfect view of his sculpted, tanned ass. Too many muscles. Too hot. Ugh.
“Holy heaven in a handbasket,” Damian whines. “That ass is what people commit crimes over. Marry me, sexy Mexi. Please.”
Camilo chuckles, deep and throaty, as he takes his offered trunks from Carson. He keeps his back turned to us as he pulls them back on, somehow managing not to flash us his dick in the process. Not that I’m looking. Totally not looking.
“Who’s ready for breakfast?” Camilo asks, his almost black eyes searing into me. “I could eat.”
“Out!” I yell. “Now! All of you!” Estefania looks like she might cry, so I spare her. “Not you. You can stay. If you have a dick, leave!”
“If I tuck mine, can I stay?” Damian asks, batting his rainbow-colored eyelashes at me. “Please, bestie?”
“I am not your bestie,” I snarl.
“I am her bestie,” Estefania corrects. “Go. Shoo. Handsome pilots and lovely boys must leave. Goodbye, my friends.” She playfully shoves them out of the room. As soon as the door closes, she turns to me, grinning. “You borrowed my gown?”
“I, uh, it was a mistake.”
“You can borrow anything you like. We are practically sisters.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes because I, for some crazy reason, care about her feelings. “Yeah, whatever. I shouldn’t have worn that…with him.”
“Was he a good lover?”
I take note that she’s wearing the same outfit from last night, her lipstick is gone, and she has a hickey on her neck.
“Wait a minute. Who did you make out with?”
She bites on her bottom lip and squeals before jumping onto the bed beside me. It bounces and I want to puke. “Kyle is an amazing kisser.”
Of all the people she could have kissed, I never would have guessed the quiet, nerdy assistant to the Damian Birch.
“You kissed him? And then…”
“Fell asleep in his arms while listening to the rain.” She sighs. “So romantic.”
My night wasn’t much different, minus the kissing. It was hardly romantic. It was regretful. This place really fucks with my mojo. It’s like the universe is out of balance while I’m here or I’m in some alternate reality. I don’t feel like me here.
“Sherrie-dan?”
I roll on my side to look at her. In the morning light, she seems softer and younger. I don’t know much about her and I feel bad for that. I’m envious of the light easiness in her smile and the unguarded look in her eyes. Was I ever that way? I can’t remember.
“Yeah?”
“I am sorry I did not come to check on you.”
“It’s okay,” I mutter. I never expected her to babysit me.