Page 47 of Bad For A Weekend

“No, thank you.” I hold up my water bottle.

“Oh, come on. We’re in paradise. That deserves a frilly drink.”

“Is there alcohol in it?”

“Just enough to loosen you up a bit.” She shimmies her shoulders, looking damn good in a bikini that rivals Baylor’s. If I were going to start something with anyone in the Giles’ household, it should be her. But no, I’m too addicted to the teenager sunning herself twenty feet away.

“Thanks, but I’ll stick with water.”

“As you wish.” She walks over to Baylor, Ziggy, and Sara, who excitedly take the drinks.

I don’t like the idea of them drinking. If shit goes down, how will I keep a trio of drunk teens safe? But I’m not their babysitter. That seems to be Brandy’s job, and I hope she’ll cut them off before they get out of control.

“Baylor, I’m making that ceviche you love and some shrimp kabobs for dinner. Sound good?”

“Oh my God, I love you. That sounds amazing.” Baylor places her lips around her paper straw and sucks the bright pink liquid down. I’d love to see those lips pursed around my cock like that, sucking and moaning like she’s doing right now at the taste of the fruity drink.

Get control of yourself, asshole. She’s a kid.

Try telling that to my dick because it’s fairly certain nearly nineteen is old enough for the things it wants from her.

Baylor stands and makes her way over to where I’m sitting, plopping down on the sand next to me. “We’ll stay in tonight, but tomorrow night, we’re going to this rooftop jungle bar downtown.”

She says it with such confidence as if I’ll even consider that possibility.

“Nice try,” I say.

“I wasn’t asking.”

“Yet I’m still saying no.” I fold my arms.

“Come on, Owen. No one knows I’m here.”

“I’m only one person and can’t possibly keep you safe in an environment like that.”

“We want to have fun. Let loose a little.”

“You’re letting loose right now.” I point to her drink. “Maybe a little too loose.”

“Does it bother you to see me drink?”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you in control at all times.”

“Why?” She makes it a point to suck down more liquor.

“Just take it easy, all right?”

“And what if I don’t?” she asks with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Is she flirting with me?

“I’m not your dad; I can’t tell you what to do.” I lift my sunglasses onto my head. “But if it were up to me, I’d punish you for not obeying.”

The words are out before I can stop them, and their implication is too blatant to be covered with a different meaning.

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