Page 87 of Writing Mr. Wrong

It was like he’d reached into her sexy dream from last night. Except better, because last night, she’d only guessed how he’d look and now she saw the reality, which was…

He really was trying to kill her, wasn’t he? Death by unrequited lust. Worse, he wasn’t even trying to be sexy. He was just walking… while almost naked, muscles glistening wet in the sunshine, water dripped from his hair, those soaked trunks leaving little to the imagination.

I’m a big guy. Everything’s gotta be proportional.

Dear God, he really was trying to kill her. Even when she dragged her gaze from his trunks, she only found herself caught in the tractor beam of his smile.

He walked straight to her, put one knee on the circular chair, and leaned over, dripping wet, exactly like in her dream.

“Ready for a lesson?” he said.

“Y-yes?”

“Sex,” he said.

She blinked. “Wh-what?”

“I want to talk about sex. Is that okay?”

Damn it, she’d fallen asleep, hadn’t she? Drifted off on the chair and tumbled back into her dream

“For our asshole lesson,” he said. “That’s where I want to start.”

“With… sex?”

A grin. “Is that a problem?” He shook his wet hair, warm water spraying. “I’m kidding. Well, kinda. After what happened last week, at the restaurant, I’d like to talk about how I’m being an asshole with women. How I can be better.”

“With sex?” she said again, relaxed into a teasing tone.

“Nah.” A wicked grin. “I’ve got that part down pat.”

He lightly smacked her bare calf. “Come on, teacher. Class is officially in session.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

GEMMA

They were walking along the shore, quiet at first, just enjoying the gorgeous scenery—endless blue sea with not a ship or shore in sight. Gemma wore denim shorts from her prepacked luggage. And they were definitely short, leaving her feeling as if she’d forgotten to put anything on over her panties. Mason seemed to appreciate them, sneaking discreet admiring glances, and she didn’t mind that. Didn’t mind it at all.

“So dating,” she said finally. “You wanted to talk about what happened in the restaurant.”

“Yeah.”

“And how to avoid it, I presume?”

He nodded, though he did seem distracted, still sneaking glimpses of her legs.

“I need you to be honest with me, Mace.”

That got his attention, his gaze flying to hers and locking with it. “I will be. I want that, Gem. Being honest. No more bullshit.”

“Okay, well, this might get awkward then.”

He seemed to straighten his shoulders. “I can take it.”

“From what I understand, Camille was angry because you lied.You guys hooked up and you said you couldn’t do a repeat because you don’t date during the season.”

“Yeah.”

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