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Chase
“So,what’stheplan for the night?” I asked.
“I’m thinking of going to the disco.”
“Can I interest you in the Tantra?” I asked. That came from nowhere. I had no idea I was even interested in attending another session. But catching a hint of Ivy’s naked breasts earlier had turned me into a walking hard-on.
Stroking her soft skin would be nice. As would peering into her pretty eyes.
She shuffled on the spot. I’d challenged her, which gave me hope. At least she didn’t still look at me as though warts had infested my face and I’d grown a set of horns.
“That doesn’t sound like your thing,” she said.
“I’m kinda in the mood to connect.”
“Really?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Why not? It’s nice. Don’t you think? All that touching.”
“And if I don’t go, would you go anyway?”
“Not sure,” I lied.
“I’ll think about it.” She walked off.
I scratched my chin. If I attended, it would seem as if I was trying to hook up with just anyone. If I didn’t, I might miss Ivy.
I decided on a few quiet illegal drinks in my cabin, and after staring at the starry sky, I decided to go for a walk.
With linked arms, Summer and Mitch ambled along the deck.
“Chase, there you are,” Summer said.
“Thought I’d take a stroll. It’s a nice night. The wind has dropped.”
“We just ran into Ivy. She was off to Tantra. I thought you might be there.”
“Oh really?” My blood pressure rose at the thought of some dude named Pagan, or whatever, touching her. “I better get my ass down there then.”
“I would. There were some nice-looking men heading in that direction.” Summer arched a brow.
Shit.
“Okay. Thanks for the heads up.”
Summer hugged me. “I’m sure you can win her back.”
I left in such a hurry, I nearly bowled over some passengers, who looked at me weirdly as though I were a stowaway.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I entered the incense-infused space and found a guy dressed in white drawstring pants, whom I quickly established was the facilitator.
Just as I went to speak, Ivy entered with an attractive dude who looked clean in that never-had-anything-harmful-in-his mouth way.
I was about to say “namaste”—yes, I was getting with the lingo—when Fleur swanned in.
Ivy looked at me as though I’d already cheated on her, which was kind of unreasonable, considering we weren’t together. But I was sure I also wore a similar “what the fuck” expression as I flicked my attention between her and the dude with tights—or was that activewear? Whichever way, I was not a fan of Lycra on men. Maybe it was okay for someone endowed with Errol Flynn’s thighs, which Mr. Spindly Legs was not.
“I just saw your mother,” I said.
