Page 98 of Tempt Me

A tall, muscular guy with the biggest biceps I’d seen all day leaned on the bar top. I waited to see what Tania did and readied myself to take over should the need arise.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but the bar is now closed.” Tania’s confident assertiveness proved she’d done this before, and I admired her fortitude.

The footballer grumbled. “Ahhh, what the hell? I didn’t hear no ‘last drinks’ call.”

He had a point; they should have called last drinks thirty minutes ago. Too bad. It was after three o’clock and well past everyone’s bedtime. Except for mine, of course. I still had three more hours until the end of my shift.

The guy with the massive biceps turned to a group of men. “Bar’s closed.”

The collective moan was loud, yet it wasn’t as bad as I’d predicted. It was almost as if they’d expected as much.

“Let’s go to Cavill Avenue,” someone called out, and there were just as many cheers as there were groans.

Within ten minutes, half of the patrons had vacated. Within thirty minutes, the only people left with me were Peter and Tania. I’d like to let them go home, but until all the glasses and beer bottles were collected and the bar cleared, they had no choice but to stay.

It was nearly five o’clock before I returned to my post behind reception. My body was exhausted, but my mind buzzed. Images of those incredibly fit men dancing and smiling whizzed through my brain. I wanted one of them to be my twenty-sixth sexual adventure.

But how on earth would I do that?

And more importantly, how would I choose which one?

On the computer, I typed inIrish AFL team, and within seconds, I was comparing faces on the screen with the men I’d seen in the bar. It was a game of celebrity snap and a little bit of fun to while away the final hours of my night.

The remaining ninety minutes of my shift whizzed by, and just after quitting time, Needledick arrived to take over. I didn’t bother telling him about the night I’d had; all I wanted to do was get out of there. We did our usual handover, and I made my way to my room.

I had a long, hot shower and with one towel around my body and another around my wet hair, I cooked myself eggs on toast for breakfast. Once it was ready, I took my plate and an extra-strong coffee and headed out to my balcony.

It was only seven-thirty in the morning, and yet the beach was dotted with dozens of people enjoying the early-morning sunshine. The ocean had never really appealed to me from a swimming point of view. However, I could sit and watch the water all day long. There was something mesmerizing about endless waves crashing into the shore.

I finished my breakfast and put my feet up on the other chair as I cupped my mug and sipped my coffee.

My scenery suddenly improved as about thirty men poured out of my hotel and headed straight for the beach. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized they were the football team that I’d kicked out of my bar just four hours ago.

Standing up to improve my view, I watched as they stripped down to tight little shorts and headed straight for the water. Maybe this was their idea of a wake-up call or a hangover cure, but the fact that they were even upright was unbelievable.

As most of them dove under and over the waves, a couple of guys remained on the beach and began pacing out a playing field with colorful cones and flags that flapped in the morning breeze. Having been brought up in a football-loving family, I recognized that they were about to do a few drills.

This is my chance to choose my man.

I plonked my coffee mug on the table and stripped out of my towel as I re-entered my room. I dressed in my exercise gear, and with my wet hair tugged up in a ponytail, sunglasses, and cap on, I grabbed my room card and headed out my door.

I’m a woman on a mission.

Everyone better move outta my way!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The sunshine was the right mix of light and heat as I crossed the small nature strip and strolled onto the sand. Thirty or so of the hottest and fittest men in the world were before me. I had my own Magic Mike show.

Giggling, I recalled Mike and Maxwell, my two sexy doctors from the other week.

What do I do now?

I was a deer in headlights, stunned beyond moving. Which was okay, considering my surroundings, but I looked like some kind of weirdo.

I really had become a voyeur.

And I loved every minute of it.

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