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“Nice. Where?”

“At the bungalow.”

“Oh.”

Why does she sound disappointed? And why do I want to instantly fix whatever is wrong?

“If you’re still hungry after, then we can go to the buffet.”

“Oh, no. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, I have to think about fitting into my wedding dress,” Kendall says with a wink.

“Right,” I agree sarcastically.

After a few more moments with only the sound of my flesh being pulverized, Kendall says, “Did you really like the strawberry lemonade cake best or were you just agreeing with me?”

“It was the best,” I agree.

Kendall bites her bottom lip, and I can’t help but wonder if she enjoyed feeding me. It does nothing to help my crushed, aching length.

“And I think we should go ahead and book the chapel.”

“You’re the best, babe.” Kendall gives me a half-smile, thinking I’m playing along.

At last, the hands on my back finally let up like I’m forgiven for whatever sin I committed.

But I don’t deserve it.

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Kendall

Monty’s body was just as muscular and perfect as I thought it would be when I finally got to see it during our massage.

Too bad he didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I did.

Once we get back to the bungalow, I take a shower to try to wash away the day’s sweat and delusions, then he does the same.

That night the resort sets up a romantic candlelit dinner for us on the patio.

Monty barely spoke a word during it, then went inside to get some work done, despite my protests.

When it was time for bed, he hesitated but eventually crawled underneath the covers with me. He slept so close to the edge I’m surprised he didn’t fall off.

The next morning, I wake up in a shitty mood after checking my phone and finding zero messages. I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but I still do it every single year.

We have a late breakfast on the patio because his mom and Richard wanted to sleep in. Then I put on my bikini with white heels and cover up with a pale pink robe so I can get the full reaction when I reveal it to Monty.

I’m not sure why teasing him is so fun.

Mostly because I know without a doubt that he wanted me at one point two years ago, but since then…nothing.

Did his desire for me just disappear into thin air? Because mine didn’t.

If anything, it grew stronger with each day that I got to know him a little better.

He’s the reason I’ve stayed at the company for so long. I like being there for him, helping him. But I’m not sure if I can keep working for him when I want to be with him so badly and he doesn’t feel the same.

That’s why I think he deserves a little torture. It’ll also help lift my spirits today.