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He guffaws, the sound carrying on the blast of wind that pushes against my t-shirt, making me realize I’m sweating. One more shot and I’m close to snoozing out. I need to hold off.
I shouldn’t care.
An image of Lindsay in bed flashes through my blood, hot and coursing through me at a million miles an hour. Naked, wrapped in my arms, her sweet skin against me.
Hard. I’m hard in seconds. This day feels like emotional ping pong.
At the Olympics.
Tiffany re-appears, carrying a third glass, and she pours enormous drinks for the three of us, waving Mark and me over. “Come on! No one wants to drink alone. Especially with such intriguing men just a few feet away. Indulge me?” She gives us a duck face pout.
Mark shrugs and says, “Why not?”
I join them. As I sip my drink, I know I’ll regret it in the morning, but I don’t care.
I stopped caring the minute Lindsay disappeared with Gentian, who was following my orders, and didn’t say another word to me.
“Tiffany is one of my good friends,” I say, my body warm and the ocean night air some of the sweetest smelling breezes on the planet. Life is good. I have a place on the ocean, more money than I need, and I run a tight ship. A night here and there of relaxing and having fun should be a part of my life, right?
So why can’t I stop thinking about how Lindsay’s bare thighs felt in my lap earlier today?
“I am?” Tiffany says, leaning forward. Her top is basically two gold Band-Aids connected by gold string. “I didn’t know you felt that way, Drew.”
“Sure do, Lindsay,” I reply.
Her face freezes into a mask.
“Tiffany,” Mark says softly.
“Right. That’s what I said.” Didn’t I?
Mark raises one eyebrow. Tiffany smiles, but it’s a cold look.
“What do you do for a living, Mark?” she asks, her hand on his forearm, deciding to make him her target.
“Oh, you know. A little bit of everything.”
“Are you a personal trainer like Drew?”
Mark’s drink sprays everywhere. “Like Drew?” he chokes, avoiding my eyes, thumping his chest as he clears his airway.
I flex my arm and let my biceps bulge. Why not? I may not want to sleep with Tiffany, but at least she has a healthy appreciation for my presence.
Unlike some other women I know.
Tiffany squeezes my arm and sighs with delight. “Oooo. So strong.”
Mark starts gagging.
“Wow! You really swallowed wrong.”
He just laugh-chokes.
“I never swallow wrong,” she says to him with a wink.
I start laughing so hard I choke.
We’re a pair.
