Page 101 of Whirlwind

“Tag? Tag, what the hell?” Beck’s voice a rough growl.

Holy shit. I blinked, the water and the sensual fog had made my vision blurry. Crap, it was him. Tag Sorenson.

And I’m naked!

“I couldn’t wait to see you, man. I heard you’d arrived.” His beautiful, smirky, sexy devil eyes fell on me, his tongue swiping at his bottom lip, the long coiled curls of his hair falling in his face. “My apologies for interrupting. Long flight, huh?”

I let out a noise, and Tag’s head slanted, a low chuckle rolling from him, his eyes on me. “And who are you?”

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Violet

“This is Violet.Stop gawking and get us some towels, will you?” said Beck.

“I don’t gawk, man. I admire.” Tag wore a cocky smile as if it were his invention. My heart pounded in my chest. He was even better looking in person. His father was Danish and his mother was Argentinian. What a combination. Gorgeous.

THE Tag Sorenson stood before me, gaping at me and Beck naked in the pool in that sly, sexy, dirty way of his that had turned him into a social media superstar. He tossed a few of his famed long, twisty curls from his eyes. That sophisticated boho beach life vibe was actually for real. Those gleaming hazel eyes honed in on me like a laser. Or a taser.

You’re in another universe now, girl.

“Hey Violet.”

“Towels,” Beck shot back.

“All right, all right…” Tag let out a laugh as he turned on his designer flip-flops and trekked around the stone veranda. He finally found a round rattan basket from which he plucked two rolled blue gray towels and brought them back to us.

Beck lifted up out of the pool, water pouring off his sleek back, his sculpted rear. His leg muscles flexed as he landed on the patio. I bit my lip against my personal tide of overflowing never-ending lust for him.

Beck shook his hair and the water splattered over Tag who handed him a towel. Beck wrapped it around his middle, grabbed the other one and held the oversize towel open for me. Quickly, I pushed up out of the pool and entered the towel’s plush embrace and Beck’s tight one. “Sorry about that. Typical Tag.” Beck brought the towel around me securely and rubbed my back as I turned around.

Tag’s amused gaze held mine. “Sorry for interrupting, I didn’t mean to. Really.” His voice drawled warmly over a rumbling chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, asshole.” Beck grabbed him in a bear hug. “Good to see you again.”

Tag thumped him on the back. “We finally made it happen.”

“Perfect timing, too.” Beck glanced at me and poured more Champagne for us, handing me my glass.

“It is perfect timing. There’s a lot of cool shit going on this week, and I am so stoked that you’re here for it. We’re going to have a blast. Kaspar is flying in later today and we’ll be filming him hanging out as well as at his concert. And tonight we’re having dinner with Alessio and his crew. The jewelry line is super cool.”

“What kind of jewelry is it?” I sipped the Champagne.

“Necklaces, bracelets, anklets. I’ve been collaborating with Alessio, an Italian jewelry designer on a collection of silver jewelry. Every summer he has a pop-up store here. Our line, Savage Souls, is making its debut tonight at his store before they go on sale online.”

Tag did lots of collaborating. A jet ski company came to mind, sky diving gear, a Swiss athletic watch— just a few of the numerous high-profile brand ambassadorships Tag had nabbed over the years that I could remember. He made bank for his travels, equipment, and good times in the best possible way—by being himself, doing his thing, creating. And all the while selling that enthusiastic daredevil free spirit vibe that was uniquely him. That made for a sexy must-have must-buy brand for his followers who wanted a piece of that dream, of his spirit.

My gaze darted to his wrist, which was cuffed with a heavy silver watch displaying all sorts of dials with a wide sleek band of links. Was it worth a few thousand? Tens of thousands? Probably, and it looked amazing on rebel-surfer-boy.

“We’ve been filming the promo video for the jewelry in the Azores, but I want a few more shots here with the girls. They just got here last night. We’re all celebrating over dinner tonight and then we’ll head to the store.”

“We get to be a part of the Tag branding experience,” said Beck on a laugh.

“I’m real excited about this one. I’ve been wearing Alessio’s stuff for a couple of years now. We met in Mykonos a while back. He lives here on a yacht for the summer. We discussed pieces inspired by the sea, the beach, Greek mythology. I gave him my two cents on a necklace, and he’s been sending me his sketches. We worked on the designs together, talked a lot about—”

“So this is a real collaboration, huh?”

“Yeah, dick, it is.” Hard laughter ripped from Tag, and they high-fived each other.

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