Page 11 of What If We Do

Ledger said Oliver’s a great guy.

And he’s single.

And I’m single.

I mean who wouldn’t want to get with a man who looks like that?

I steal a glance upward and notice his face has grown serious and his brows are furrowed. “I’m not going to drop you at a huge party and leave you there, Scarlett. You know that, right? I’ll be right next to you the whole time.”

Why did I pick out this outfit?

Why did he have to look so unbelievably amazing in it?

Why can’t I stop gawking?

God, to have just a piece of what he has to offer…

One-night stands happen all the time, right?

“Scarlett?”

“Huh? Umm, yeah. I mean, I’m just…you know. I’m just saying, if you met someone and wanted to…you know…”

“Not a chance,” he says as his gaze locks onto mine. “I’m one hundred percent yours for the night.”

He said it.

He’s all mine.

For one night.

My body deflates against the chair and it takes every ounce of willpower in me to not lick my lips and call myself lucky.

For the love of everything holy, Oliver Magallan in nothing but a loin cloth is Hot. As. Fuck.

Tight abs. The perfect V that dips into his costume. Tattooed arms and a perfectly manscaped beard?

Yes please!

I clear my throat. “Alright. Umm, maybe we should try the last one then. I wouldn’t want you to have to worry about, you know, falling out of that one or anything. Wardrobe malfunctions are a bitch, you know?”

“Right. Not to mention I wouldn’t have anywhere to put my wallet and keys. This loin cloth doesn’t have pockets.” He winks and I snicker in response. He’s such a good sport. I can’t believe he even tried that thing on.

I mean, I’m grateful for the new core memory unlocked, but still.

“Well, for the record, if anybody were to ask or if you ever wondered, you would give Tarzan a run for his money.”

Do not look at his bulge.

Do not look at his bulge.

Do NOT look at his bulge.

“Three compliments now? You flatter me.”

Yeah, I’d like to do more than flatter you, big guy.

He winks at me again before stepping behind his dressing room door to try on his next costume. After a few quiet moments of me replaying images of Oliver in a loin cloth while he changes his outfit, I hear him murmur his approval.

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