Page 42 of Flawless

“As in Italy?”

I nod.

“I would have thought you would have said South America, perhaps. I thought I heard a Brazilian accent there.”

“You do.”

“Mm...a man of few words. I guess you don’t care to elaborate.”

“How about we grab dinner together this evening?” I suggest, wanting desperately to change the subject.

The last thing that I need is for her to discover my identity and start asking questions. She’s obviously not a soccer fan, or she would know who I am. It works to my advantage that I don’t have the same celebrity status that Danica has. It makes it easier to hide out unless you’re in a country or region that is fueled by their love of soccer.

“Well, with the others leaving soon, we were having a big dinner tonight. It will be at least six months before I see any of them again. But you can join us if you’d like.”

Amaris stops again and says, “Then we could let that lead into hot sex, preferably at my cottage. I would hate to disturb your friend.”

Her lips tilt slightly in a smirk as she tilts her head in a coy fashion.

“Let’s play it by ear. I’m game for dinner, though.”

“Perfect. We’re having dinner at Cady’s cottage tonight on the patio. It’s six houses down from the one that you’re staying in.”

“I will be there.”

“If you would like to extend the invitation to your friend, Danica is welcome to come. But make no mistake about it, Zenon, I’m here to entertain you and you alone,” Amaris says, smiling broadly at me.

She walks away from me, and her ass bounces with every step that she takes. That little string bikini disappears with each step, and the only thing that I see is a glistening bronze ass with speckles of sand sprinkled generously over each cheek, shining like diamonds.

***

“I see that you didn’t bring a guest,” Amaris says when I arrive that evening.

It’s the first time that I’ve been around this group, and no one is wearing swimwear. Amaris is wearing a light-yellow, halter sundress. Her back is out, and her breasts aren’t completely covered on the sides.

She’s wearing the cutest jeweled thong sandals on her feet, and her hair is pulled up into a chignon, leaving her neck exposed.

“Danica wanted to rest,” I say, glancing around at the others with us.

“Have one,” Cady says, walking up to me and extending a tray of fruity drinks.

I glance at Tobias, Jeremiah, and Leo, who are sitting on the opposite side of the patio. Bobbing my head in their direction, I say, “No thanks. I think I’ll take one of what they’re having.”

Mike and Steve are at the grill debating loudly about the best way to marinate meat for the grill. That’s not an argument that I want to partake of, so I head off in Tobias, Jeremiah, and Leo’s direction.

As I’m walking away, I hear Cady ask, “You bagged that yet?”

“Nope. But I plan to tonight,” Amaris replies.

“Hey, dude! Glad you could make it,” Jeremiah says.

“Want one?” Leo asks, holding up a beer bottle that he just pulled fresh from a cooler of ice.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I say, accepting the cold beer and nodding my head in thanks.

I take a seat with the rest of the guys and accept the bottle opener from Leo.

“Don’t know how you do it,” Leo says.

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