Page 37 of Bad Boy Neighbor

She’s quick to focus back on me.

“You know, you are obsessed with Prince Charming. You want me to hook you up with him? I’m not sure he’s into the beard thing you’ve got going on, but you could get some with your body.”

I haven’t shaved in one day, and she’s throwing the word ‘beard’ around like I’m some sort of Bigfoot ape. I did, however, appreciate the sentiment about my body. It’s nice to know she’s admiring it, even if it kills her to admit it.

“So, you like my body?”

“Um… ex-cuuse me?” she stutters, quick to compose herself. “Way to switch topics.”

“It’s not a switch of topics,” I state, matter-of-factly. “Obviously, Prince Charming doesn’t do it for you, or you’d be legs spread in front of him and not in a car going to an unknown place with me. As for my body, I’ll accept the compliment. I train hard. Otherwise, I’d be just like good ol’ Santa with a beer gut.”

“You know what you are?”

“What?”

“A jerk.”

I break out into a wide grin, watching her from the corner of my eye. “Uh-huh?—”

“For assuming Prince Charming is not exciting in the bedroom. You know what happens when you assume?”

“You hit the nail on the head?”

“Wh… what does that mean?”

“I hit the truth.”

“No more talking.” She cranks up the stereo as Usher plays, enough so I sing along knowing I’m completely right. Prince Charming most likely has a small dick. Pompous boys like him usually do and compensate by throwing money around. If she were satisfied like I could satisfy her, she wouldn’t have requested a break. If she were with me, she’d be begging for more.

Cue the cocky reminder. Your dick ain’t gonna calm down anytime soon.

We pull up to Rancho Palos Verdes. The resort is situated on a private peninsula known for its relaxing spa and resort facilities. I’d read about it online, seen the spectacular pictures, yet wasn’t keen on coming by myself.

The concierge opens our doors and guides us toward the main reception. Behind the counter, an older lady directs Gabriella to the ladies’ room, then offers me directions to the male change rooms.

I quickly dump my stuff in the locker, eager to head back to the enclosed spa area. When researching this place, I made sure the place was intimate but not to the point where Gabriella would feel uncomfortable.

The spa is hot, steaming into the warm summer air. Upon stepping in, I instantly find myself relaxing until she’s standing before me wearing a white robe.

“Well, what are you waiting for… the apocalypse?”

With reluctance, she removes the robe, wearing only a yellow bikini. I’m certain my mouth has dropped open, drool dripping down the side as I take in her body.

Every single curve is gorgeous, and despite the overbearing heat, I have to tame the wild boy beneath my shorts.

She steps in, her face relaxing as her body sinks into the water. Her facial expression is priceless—content and at peace. I’m satisfied she won’t criticize me for my choice to bring her here.

“Oh, wow, this feels amazing.”

“It’s how we normally would unwind after a game. Much more enjoyable with you than a bunch of blokes, though.” She sits on the opposite side from me, keeping her distance. “This is the best way to avoid the soreness you’re going to feel tomorrow. Champagne?”

“Really, champagne helps?”

“No, but they threw it in.”

She downs a glass, closing her eyes as I sit across from her watching intently. Gabriella has an understated beauty. Perhaps it’s because she’s so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her skin is completely flawless, shy a few freckles scattered across her cheekbones. When she smiles, her whole face lights up, just as it is right now.

“You do this often?” she asks, closing her eyes briefly.

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