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Xander inches toward me and gently touches my arm, then tilts his head toward my legs. “You, um… Your shorts are still…”

I glance down and instantly realize I’m still half-naked, and my bare ass is leaving an imprint on the desk. “Oh, God.” My heart rate picks back up as I hurry to cover myself.

I can hardly think straight enough to button my shorts, and my trembling fingers from all the adrenaline are not helping.

Xander secures his shorts in place too, then helps me off the desk, muttering, “Gate was left open.”

“Oh” is all I can manage.

“What do we do?” I ask, staring at the pig. Its perky ears stick straight up, and its squinty eyes peer over at us like it’s trying to recognize us. “It’s so scared.”

I start to walk toward it, but Xander stops me. “Don’t. I’ve heard that wild pigs around here are rarely ever friendly.”

I bite my lip, running my hands down my shorts and peering over Xander’s shoulder at the pig. “It’s so tiny.”

He hums, tiptoeing toward the phone. “I’m going to call down to the front desk for assistance.”

I nod, frozen in place while the small animal and I have a staring contest.

But it doesn’t last long.

The minute Xander hangs up after telling the staff of the situation, the pig rears its head back and charges at us.

I shriek again, and Xander grabs my arm, pulling me onto the bed next to him while the pig changes course and races into the bathroom.

Once it’s quiet again, I lift what’s left of my lei. “I guess we’re going to need new ones.”

He squeezes his arm around me and chuckles.

This is how animal control finds us—me wrapped in Xander’s sculpted arms, my cheeks flushed, and not from the sun.

But because he and I just had sex.

On Maui.

Less than an hour after we agreed tofakedate.

Nothing about the way he owned my body was fake, though. What am I supposed to do with that?

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