After they’d eaten, Carly grabbed two shopping bags. “Your burner.” She pulled out two phones, handed him one. “I programmed my burner number into your address book. Your password is my birthday and vice versa.”
“Now, when’s your birthday again?”
“May—”
“Fifteenth.” He winked. “I know your birthday, Carly.”
Smirking, she swatted his arm, then pulled three wigs from the second bag.
“What the hell are those?”
“Your new ‘do.”
“This is insane.”
He tried on the first wig and Carly could not stop laughing. “You look like a surfer dude. So not you.” Glancing in the mirror, he cringed.
The second wig was a marked improvement. Light brown hair styled in a tidy business cut.
“Hmm, that might work. Let’s see the back.” She ran her fingertips across his neck, her soft touch sending sparks flying through him. “Your hair is popping out back here.”
He tried on the third. The chocolate brown wig fully covered his dark blond hair. She crossed her arms and cocked her head. “I like.” Then, she checked the back. “It’s the most realistic.”
He examined himself in the mirror. “It’ll work.”
“You look great.” She caressed his scruffy cheek. “I’m going to get ready. Don’t shave and no underwear. Bring two condoms, in case we’re there a while.”
He grinned. “I like the sound of that. What should I wear?”
“White shirt, dark pants. Shirt stays on, but I’ll unbutton it. You’ll drop the pants, but keep those on, too.”
Just thinking about sex with Carly turned him hard. They headed toward the master cabin, but she veered into the smaller stateroom.
Dammit. “Hey, what happened to being married?”
“I’m good in here.” Before he could object, she shut the door.
He got ready and waited for her on the stern. He felt ridiculous in the rock-star wig, but if he could get some dirt to shove down Internado’s throat, it would be worth it. Carly sashayed out, both masks in hand. His heart took off.
Holy hell, she’s breathtaking.
She was wearing a black dress with a reverse halter top, lace sleeves covering her arms. She’d styled the long dark wig into an elegant updo. Besides the wedding band, she wore no jewelry.
He rose. “You look phenomenal.”
She spun around. “Do you approve?”
He nodded. “My God, you’re a total knockout. You’ll be the hit of the evening.”
She held up her left hand. “I’m a happily married woman who only plays with her husband.”
He loved hearing her call him that and stepped close. “Your husband’s a very lucky man.”
Her eyes softened and the knot between them disappeared. The longer they stared, the more he wanted to wrap his arms around her, pull her close, and kiss her.
After blinking several times, she cleared her throat. “Okay, so, I need to show you how this dress works.” She pulled apart the slotted material over her breasts, revealing bare skin and pink nipples.
“My God, woman, I won’t last five minutes.”
