Page 228 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Wait! Where are you going?” I call after him.

In fact, where are they all going?

“To clean up after our workout,” Caleb says.

“You, uh, don’t need to do that for my benefit. I don’t mind.”

Javier returns to kiss me and picks up the notebook. “But we do.”

I watch them file out of the kitchen, leaving me confused and so turned on I don’t know what to do.

Later, we’re watching a movie on the big screen television near our villa’s swimming pool.

“Relax,” Reid says. “We’re on vacation.”

You try to relax when you’re on vacation with three hot guys who have just admitted they spent a week planning out how to have group sex with you, but you don’t know when it’s going to happen.

I look at Reid, silently communicating my frustration.

He smiles and turns his attention to the movie.

No one is jumping me, and I don’t know if this plan is something I’m supposed to initiate. The notebook was just a rough diagram. There were no instructions. At least none that I could decipher, but the tension is killing me.

Every time one of them touches, kisses, or brushes up against me, I tense up, my heart races, and I hold my breath.

But nothing happens.

One day trickles into two, and we just relax, drinking from coconuts, swimming in the sea, and eating fresh fish on the beach. We do all the nice relaxing vacation things. I was happy with that before I heard about this plan and had time to think about all the things they would do to me.

Now it’s not fine.

I take a shower before bed and leave the bathroom, holding my breath just like I did the night before, expecting to find them waiting in my bed, ready to put this plan into action.

I can hear them laughing downstairs as they watch the football game they didn’t want to miss.

Why are they more interested in watching football than jumping me? Does that make me sound selfish?

I don’t bother with a nightgown for bed. It’s too hot in Mexico, even with the air-conditioning.

I turn out the lights, close my eyes, and try to relax enough to sleep.

And I do.

Because I’m floating in this beautiful dream of Reid drawing my right breast into his mouth with the perfect amount of suction to make me grab onto his hair and…

I flutter my eyes open.

Reid is crouched over me, and he’s naked.

“Reid? You’re not watching football.”

His eyes crease with amusement as he sits back so I can sit up. “Did you honestly think we give a shit about football when we could be with you?”

“But you?—”

Fingers grip my chin, angling my head to the right.

“We wanted you ready for us. And this.” Javier, naked, is perched on the side of my bed.

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