Page 21 of Sinful Promises

His eyes lit up. “Would you like me to show you around?”

My breath shot in and out so fast I was going to pass out. I eased onto the bench seat.

“You okay?” He sat beside me.

Good lord. I fanned myself. Totally uncool.

He chuckled.

I looked around to see if I was being punked. Nope, it was just me and his holy hotness. “I’m sorry. It’s just.” I blew air out and cleared my throat. “I’m just not used to this naked thing.”

“Oh, right. Rebecca, my workmate—she was like that when I brought her here for the first time. I never knew Aussies were so square. I mean, you guys love to drink and party, but getting your gear off?” He shook his head. “Anyway, here we are.” He waved his hand over his cock, drawing my fucking attention. He had so much of my attention I was forgetting to breathe.

“You’ll get used to it. Come on. Get undressed. I haven’t met an Aussie yet who wasn’t fun. We’ll have a great time.”

I had to force my mouth closed. “Okay, but ummm, can you turn around?”

He chuckled again. “Sure. How about I meet you on the other side?”

I nodded like a bobblehead doll in an earthquake.

“Cool. Don’t go running away.” He winked at me and turned.

The bulge and flex of his ass stole my gaze as he crossed the room. Clutching my chest, I huffed out a few mammoth breaths.

What the fuck just happened?

People continued to stroll about the locker room and still nobody looked at me.

Come on, Daisy. You are here now.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I can do this. I can do this.

I whipped off my clothes, and like an act in a magic show, I wrapped the robe around myself with lightning speed, drawing the belt so tight it was a wonder I didn’t cut myself in half.

I shoved everything into my locker, shut the door, and leaned against it for a couple of long, deep breaths before I pushed off. Forcing my feet to move, I shuffled my slippers toward the locker-room exit with a million thoughts whizzing through my brain.

I am fucking naked under here!

Who the hell is that guy?

I can’t wait to tell Zali about this one.

I stepped through the door and he was right there. He held his hand toward me. “I’m Jonas, by the way.”

My hand disappeared into his. “Daisy.”

“Come on then. There’s a lot to see.”

The room I’d entered was enormous. It had very high ceilings, and in the center was a rectangular pool that was a glorious turquoise color. Buddha statues were dotted around it and hanging high above was what looked like a giant Turkish tea light.

People wandered around freely, some in robes or towels, but most were naked. Several were lying on deck chairs, reading books, sipping drinks, or chatting like they were sitting at a family barbeque. Well, not a family barbeque, ’cause that’d be weird, being naked and all.

It was strange not seeing anyone in a group this large on their phone. They were strictly prohibited. Thank God. I guessed there was nowhere to put them even if you wanted to bring one in. At least I didn’t have to worry about my tits ending up on some random clickbait thingy.

The variety of ages and body sizes was extraordinary. But it was the women’s tits that I had trouble skipping over. Other than my own breasts and Zali’s, I’d never seen another woman’s boobs in real life. The differences between them were astonishing. I mean, it was not like I didn’t know that all boobs were different. But seriously, all boobs were different. Different sizes. Different-colored areolas. Big and bulging. Rounded and full. Flat, and the absolutely nonexistent. Even the different directions the nipples faced—up and perky. Down and droopy. Aiming out to the sides.

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