Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I haven’t got a husband or a fiancé anymore, but I still got the fucking champagne.”
I can see her eyes starting to water, and I don’t want her to start bawling in the bar.
“Come on. Let’s get you back.”
I slip off my stool and help guide her off hers. I wrap my arm around her waist. She’s so fucking tiny.
She falls into my side, and I walk her out of the bar and into the night air.
“Think I’m a little drunk,” she slurs as I start to walk us in the direction of the villas.
“No shit.” I laugh. “Where are you staying?” I ask her.
“The nice water villas.”
“Number?”
“I can’t remember.” She laughs.
This should be interesting.
“It’s at the end of the jetty. It’s one of the nice ones. I’ll know it when I see it.”
“You know, they all look the same; the only difference is the numbers on them.”
“I know, duh,” she says drolly. “It’s the old ones.”
“Eh?”
“Old. Well, not old. Another word for old.”
It takes me a good fucking minute to figure out that she means senior.
“You mean, the senior water villas.” I chuckle.
“That’s it!” She snaps her fingers in recognition. “I’m in the end one.”
“I’m in the end one too.”
Her head tips back, and she looks up at me. “No way!”
“I’m in seventy-nine. So, if you’re at the end, you’re staying in seventy-eight.”
“That’s the one!”
She pats my chest with her hand. I have to force myself to ignore the way I feel at the contact of her hand on me.
“And your chest is really hard. Wowsers.”
Fucking hell. She’s killing me here.
“Like really hard.”
Her fingers are pressing against my pecs, and I’m fighting down the urge to kiss her.
She’s drunk. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.
I pull in a deep breath through my nose and get a lungful of her.
“You’re really tall,” she says quietly, still staring up at me.
“I’m normal-sized. You’re just tiny.”
Her brow furrows. She looks fucking adorable. Like a kitten trying to be a tiger. “I’m normal-sized, thank you very much.”
“I’m a whole person taller than you.”
“You’re just freakily big.”
I laugh. “I’m six foot three. Ergo normal.”
“Maybe for a guy. Woman here, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” Shit, my voice has gone husky, and she’s still staring up at me with those big blue eyes.
I really wish she weren’t drunk right now. If she were sober, I’d be kissing the shit out of her and carrying her back to my villa, where I would spend the rest of the night fucking her.
But sadly, the only fucking my dick is doing tonight is in my hand.
“Come on—”
“Ooh, look at that!” Before I have time to blink, she’s walking away from me and weaving across the sand toward the water’s edge, where a crab is standing. “It’s a crab. Fuck me, that’s a big crab!” She laughs, stumbling a bit.
“It’ll bite your foot off,” I tease.
She stops and looks back at me. “Really?”
“No.” I chuckle. “But it’ll probably try to nip you with its pincers if you get too close.”
And she is pretty close now that I’m looking.
She takes a measured step back, and out of nowhere, the crab runs at her.
She screams and runs straight for me. The next thing I know, I’ve got a drunk Dillon plastered to my body.
“Help me!” she wails. “I don’t want to get bitten by that crab!”
I start laughing. I can’t help it.
The crab stopped the minute she bolted for me. And for a drunk chick, she sure could move, and she jumped on me like a fucking Olympic hurdler.
“It wouldn’t bite you.” I laugh. “Only nip.”
But its pincers are big as fuck, so it would definitely hurt.
“I don’t want to get nipped!” she wails. “Why aren’t you getting us out of here?! It’ll get you now!”
“It’s still over there.” I point to where it is, watching us. “It stopped the second you screamed. I think you scared the shit out of it.”
“I scared it?! Fucking thing ran at me!”
Then, I become very aware of the fact that she’s wrapped around me. Her legs hooked around my waist. Arms around my neck. Her face pressed to my chest.
I can feel the heat of her through my clothes. I can smell her.
I know I wanted her legs around my waist, but I was thinking when she was sober and we were both naked and in my villa. And there wasn’t an ugly-ass crab staring at us.
I can feel my dick starting to sit up and pay attention, and I need her off me before he salutes her in the ass.
Shit.
“I think you’re safe to get down now.”
“No fucking way! I’m not getting down there.”
“You’re fine. It won’t bother you.”
“Ha! Yeah, right. I bet you the second I put a foot down there, that bastard will come for me. I’ll stay up here, where it’s safe, thanks.”