Page 61 of South Beach Bodyguards

Wester was already reaching for me, to kiss me most likely, but as his words sunk in, I flattened myself against the chair, avoiding his touch. “What?” I demanded. He thought I was Eva. He fucking thought I was my twin sister.

“Any man who can’t give his wife an orgasm deserves to have to pay for her pleasure.”

A sick pit formed in my gut and for a split second I swore my vision blurred, turning his beautiful face into a muddled mask. “So this was to get back at Ricardo?” I crossed my ankles, feeling very naked. “Does he treat you like a lackey or something, because I don’t doubt that. But don’t drag me into it.”

My voice rose louder than I intended.

“Hey, it’s all good,” he said, dropping his hands onto my forearms. “You said you were interested, remember? No reason to get upset now. We’re just… having fun.”

There was no way my sister had said she was interested in having a fling with Wester. She was loyal to the end and she loved Ricardo, even if he was an idiot. Eva wasn’t a cheater. She had probably been attempting to plant a seed of interest in Wester for me, and he had misunderstood. Subterfuge was not Eva’s strong suit. “No, you’re clearly looking to stick it to Ricardo, which is something totally different.”

That pissed me off. Misunderstanding about my identity aside, I didn’t even think he was genuinely interested in my sister. I’d just been given a revenge orgasm.

“I’m looking to stick it to you,” he said, eyes darkening. “You’re the one who told me you haven’t had an orgasm. I felt bad for you, so I gave you one.”

I gasped. Because that somehow made it better? “You’re an asshole.” Swinging my legs over the opposite side from where he was sitting, I stood up and made sure my robe was tight and secure. “No one wants a pity orgasm.”

He had the nerve to look irritated. “I don’t get you. You’re like two different people. I never expected you to get pissed.”

That did it. My eyes rolled so far back in my head it was a wonder I didn’t fall backward into the pool. “Because I’m not Eva, dumb ass. I’m her twin sister. I thought you knew that or I never would have…” I gestured wildly to his mouth area and then below my waist.

His jaw dropped. “Her twin sister?”

“Yes! I’m here for a week. We’re physically identical but totally different personalities. You couldn’t pay me to be married to Ricardo.”

His eyes narrowed. “Unlike your sister, you mean?”

Now he was just being insulting. “Just stay the hell away from my sister! Eva is not going to shag her bodyguard. She loves her husband.”

The bastard didn’t even look contrite. He shrugged again, and then he stood up, peeling himself off that chaise like he owned this island. “My mistake. My intentions were good.”

“Your intentions were gross.” I was so pissed off, I was trembling. Embarrassing as it was, I couldn’t be too mad about the identity confusion. Eva and I were identical twins and I had never met Wester before. I hadn’t introduced myself or said anything that would clue him in I wasn’t my sister. That was on me that I had let him touch me before I established what the actual fuck was even happening. But he had planned to use sweet, unsuspecting Eva and that made my blood boil. I would be damned if he did anything to jeopardize her relationship with her husband. “You’re lucky Ricardo doesn’t know about this.”

Far from being scared, he just snorted and pointed to the pool house. “There’s a camera right there, you know. By now, I’m sure he’s seen everything. If he isn’t too busy cheating on your sister.”

I felt the blood drain from my face as I followed the trajectory of his finger. Oh. My. God. My brother-in-law’s security staff had probably just witnessed me getting eaten out and this motherfucking asshole had known the whole time. “You suck,” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I started to blindly walk away, not sure where I was going.

He grabbed my arm. “Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I shook off his touch. “Leave me alone.” I started to head towards the house, but he blocked my way. “Move.”

He didn’t. He was a wall of firm muscle, determination, and those irritatingly sexy eyes. I decided I hated him.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. I never want to talk to you ever again. I never want to anything with you ever again. I never want to see you, hear you, or know that you exist.” Maybe that was slightly dramatic, but not really. This was more embarrassing than that time in the seventh grade when I’d started my period while wearing white pants and didn’t know it for three hours until finally a teacher had informed me. I’d been “Red” for the rest of the school year. Yet this? This was worse.

When I tried to dart past him, he blocked me again. “What’s your name?”

“My name is No.” If he didn’t let me back in the house, I was going to start crying. Those angry tears that always snuck up on me and made me feel even worse. Why couldn’t he be a gentleman and just let me leave?

Because gentleman don’t hit on married women to get back at their boss.

“Stop. Come on. Let me apologize.” His hand slid into the back of my hair and stroked the base of my neck.

He was going to kiss me and he believed that would make everything just fine. And for a split second, I actually wanted him to kiss me, which was horrifying and confusing as hell. I whirled around and bolted for the pool house. I opened the door, slammed it shut behind me, and locked it. I just needed a minute to think away from him. Wester knocked hard on the door and Mariposa gave a bark of protest at the noise.

“Let me in. I’m sorry. This is all a misunderstanding.”

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