Page 16 of Sinful Escape

Zali had heard me bitch about my boobs often enough to know how much I loathed them.

It’s okay

Alright, enough about me. Tell me about your sexy driver

Ok picture raw, pure honey oozing from a beehive

Hmmm, nope, got nothing

I was nine years old when an old farmer, whose property had backed onto the trailer park we were staying at, had shown me where honey came from. I’d never forget the color, like liquid gold.

Right, well anyway, that’s what his eyes are like. They’re really interesting

Oooh, sounds sexy. What else?

I described Roman in detail. His stunning, panty-dropping looks, his toned body, his charisma. Even what I knew about his family.

Holy shit, babe. Roman sounds totally fuckable

Not going to happen

Why not? I’d fuck him

I burst out laughing. Zali was never shy with her sexual exploits. We were opposites like that. She’d had loads of guys during our three months together on the cruise ship. And, during that time, Zali had made it her mission to try and hook me up. It never happened. I’d rather eat a bad prawn than let a random guy see me naked.

Have you had any lately?

I hoped my question would switch her focus off me.

Are you kidding? I’m a fucking cow right now. I feel so damn ugly. I haven’t used Clitosaurus in months

I chuckled again. Zali’s name for her vibrator cracked me up. She’d tried to convince me to get one. But I just didn’t understand her need for sex. It wouldn’t bother me if I never did it again in my life.

The engine vibrations shifted beneath my feet; we were coming into port. Sighing, I tapped out another text.

Shit, babe. Sorry, I’ve gotta go

But we were only just getting into it

I know. Miss you

Miss you too. Now go shag Roman. Do it for me

LOL. Not going to happen. Chat soon

I exited the cubicle and scowled at my reflection in the vanity mirror. With wet hands, I attempted the impossible . . . taming my frizzy hair.

While loading our luggage, Roman had swept his hands through his thick hair, and it curled back into place in some kind of slow-motion fashion-model trick.

How can one man be so frustratingly beautiful?

Maybe he has a small dick?

Yes! That must be it.

Giggling, I left the restroom, trying to force my brain away from Roman’s cock.

Chapter Four

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