Page 2 of Tempting Him

Ivy: Well, I have an invite for you. My friend/boss is having a bachelorette/bachelor party at Three Sheets on Saturday.

Me:Three Sheets? Gross.

Ivy:Oh stop. It’s not that bad.

Me:So the bride and groom are partying together? Aren’t they supposed to be separate?

Ivy:We don’t have to stick to the old traditions, you know? Everyone will be partying together and it’ll be fun. Come on!

Me:Fine. Luckily, my friend works there, so if anything, I’ll just annoy him all night.

Ivy:You’ll have fun. There’s a lot of cute and single guys and girls coming. ;)

Me:Well, say no more.

Ivy:Ha! I’ll talk to you later.

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Later that night,the frat house is booming with people and music. We organized a beach themed party for the first day of spring break for everyone who stayed behind and didn’t go to an actual beach, so almost everyone is in their bathing suits. We have a beach backdrop on one wall that people take photos in front of, and a small plastic kiddie pool that’s filled with ice and drinks.

Our cups are shaped like beach balls and pineapples, and there’s inflatable palm trees in almost every corner. And we’re not gonna mention the ridiculous straw hats that Liam wanted to have.

Renzo and Ronan approach me, wearing nearly identical, bright orange board shorts.

“Do people in relationships have to dress like twins, or what?”

Zo smacks me in the arm. “It was a complete accident.”

“I bought mine first,” Ronan says.

“Mine are a little less orange,” Zo chimes in. “And you don’t have room to talk. Are you really wearing shorts with roosters on them?”

“They’re my cock shorts.”

Ronan barks out a laugh.

Dom and Trevor saunter up—Trev wearing a teal pair of swim trunks with banana bunches on them, and Dominic sporting bright blue shorts with black palm trees across them.

“Bananas?” I ask.

Trev rolls his eyes. “Dom said my plain black ones weren’t good enough.”

“They had a hole near the crotch,” Dom exclaims. “I wasn’t about to have your cock playing peek-a-boo.”

Trevor laughs.

“But bananas?” Renzo questions, an eyebrow arched.

“The store didn’t have much left in my size,” Trev answers. “And also, fuck off.”

Everyone laughs before heading to the kitchen for drinks, where Dex and Violet find us several minutes later.

“So, my dad got me an internship,” I announce. “Starting next Monday.”

“Where?” Dex asks, his arm slung around Vi’s shoulders.

“I guess the company he works for expanded and has an office here now.”

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