Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
"Mr. and Mrs. Baker, here are some more drinks and some snacks," another man says. She's about to say something, and I just hold up a hand. He puts the tray down. "I will be here if you need something."
"Oh, God," she says, finishing off the drink she had in her hand to call him back.
"It's not even worth it," I tell her. "What we can do is every time someone says Mr. or Mrs., we take a shot, and if they say it at the same time, it's double shot time."
"Yes, I love when we play drinking games," she announces, getting close to me, and I have to squat down in the water to make sure she doesn't see my boner because there are no words in the dictionary that can justify getting a hard-on for your best friend. "Remember that time we watched The Bachelor, and we drank every time someone said that they fell in love."
"Remember that time we watched 90 Day Fiancé, and the word green card came up?" I shake my head. "I think I passed out for two days." She throws her head back and laughs. "So seriously, did you guys not plan to do anything while you were here?"
"We have a private boat tour tomorrow," she says. "And a massage the day after. Then there was the parasailing."
"Did you plan all that?" I ask, knowing she probably would have planned the massage but not sure about the private boat tour.
"Sort of. I just left it up to the hotel," she says, turning in the water and grabbing a piece of fruit.
"Well, let’s make the best of it," I suggest, and she nods at me. We stay in the water so long we are both shriveled, and when she gets out, my body goes stiff again. Roberto is there waiting with towels for us.
"We will be having dinner at six," he says, handing me my towel. I grab it fast, wrapping it around my waist, hoping she doesn't see my cock hard again for her.
"That works," I reply. "Why don't you go take a shower first?" She grabs a piece of pineapple and walks into the house.
I close my eyes and put my hands on my hips. "You're a creep," I mumble to myself as I walk over to the daybed but stop when I see that our luggage is stored under the bed. I walk over to the closet and see our things hanging and open the first drawer, and all I see is string and lace and all of it white. "Jesus," I say, shutting it back right away.
I move over to the daybed and lie down, closing my eyes. I don't know how long I lie here until I hear her say, "Okay, you can have the bathroom.” She walks out wrapped in a white plush robe and her hair twisted in a towel.
"I'll leave the door open in case you need anything," I say, getting up and then only realizing what I said once I'm in the bathroom door. Why the fuck would I leave the door open if I'm naked in the shower? "Idiot," I say, looking over at the tub that sits in front of the window that shows you the ocean. I take a shower, and all I can do is smell her all around me. Her strawberry champagne body wash is so strong. I get out and wrap the towel around my waist and look up at the ceiling when it dawns on me that I have no clothes in the bathroom. I stick my head out, looking around, and when I don't see her anywhere, I walk out and go to the bedroom and then stop when I see her outside leaning against the railing. Her hair is down and blowing in the wind. Her long dress is also flowing in the breeze, and I rush to grab my things before she notices. She must see movement because she turns, and I stop midstep. "Forgot my stuff," I admit as she turns fully around with the sun setting behind her. Her black tube top leaves her shoulders bare and also falls just above her belly button. The long black dress that I thought she was wearing is actually pants, and when she takes a step forward, the whole front of it opens all the way to the top of her hips. Her face has a bit of red from the sun. "You look . . ." I say, pointing at her.
I'm about to say something else when there is a knock on the front door that is wide open, but my eyes never leave hers. "Mr. and Mrs. Baker," Roberto says, smiling. "Shall I come back?" he asks when he sees me in my towel.
"I'm just getting dressed," I mumble. Walking to the closet, I grab my things and go back into the bathroom. I slip on my black boxers and black shorts with a black-and-white button-down shirt. When I walk out, she's sitting on the couch drinking a shot.