Page 66 of Bad For A Weekend

Ziggy and I freeze, fixing her with a look.

“What? Don’t tell me you weren’t looking.”

Ziggy shrugs. “Okay, yeah. I’ve done some investigating.”

“You guys!” I shriek, but, in all honesty, I can’t blame them. I’ve never seen a sexier man in my life, and I’d say that even if I didn’t know how gorgeous his cock is.

“A big dick doesn’t mean shit when he’s a total prick,” Ziggy says. “If he’s willing to throw your personal business out in the open like that, he isn’t worth the piss in a urinal.”

“So true.” Sara nods adamantly.

“I’ve never been more embarrassed. The second I step out there, everyone will stare and point fingers. I’ve had enough of that lately. I can’t take any more.”

“There might be a solution.” Ziggy points to the frosted glass window. “Let me check it out.” He struggles to push it open but eventually gets it. Leaning out, he looks below and to the sides. “There’s a fire ladder, but it looks like it hasn’t been used in a millennium. You’ll have to take off your heels, that’s for sure.”

I pop my heels off, willing to risk a broken leg. “Let me see.”

The ladder is on the side of the window and made of metal. Ziggy was right, though; it’s rusted and looks rickety as hell. I chew the inside of my mouth as I glance from the door and back to the window.

“Let me go first. If it can support my weight, then it’ll for sure support yours.” Ziggy takes a seat on the window ledge.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say.

“Plus, I’m taller than you, so it’ll be less of a fall.” He reaches for the ladder and hoists himself out the window. The metal creaks in an ugly way, and I pop my head outside to check on him but it seems to be holding. He jumps the last couple of steps, landing on his feet. “It’s more secure than it looks. Now you, Bay. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

I hand my heels to Sara. “Can you toss these down when I get to the bottom?”

“Sure.”

Thank God for all my years of gymnastics. I grab the metal rails and pull myself out the window. Slowly, and praying I don’t cut my foot and end up with tetanus or something, I descend until I’m met with asphalt.

“Phew.” I stand next to Ziggy and look up to the window. Sara holds my shoes out and releases them one by one. “You coming?”

“I am way too drunk to scale a wall.”

I didn’t think about that, and there’s no way we can leave her behind. “I guess we’ll have to come back up because I’m not abandoning you at a club in Mexico.”

“I’ll find Owen. He’s probably right outside the bathroom door, losing his mind.”

“Text me when you find him.”

“Okay. Where are you two going?”

I look at Ziggy and shrug. “I don’t know. Probably back to the house.”

“Do you know how to find it?”

“I’ve been coming here since I was a baby. We’ll be fine.”

“Okay, keep me updated.” She waves and disappears.

“Let’s hurry before he rushes out to find you,” Ziggy says, taking my hand. Instead of leading me to the front of the bar that’s attached to a resort, he leads me behind it. We walk through the alley until we pass by the back of the hotel. Workers on their smoke break eye us but don’t interfere.

“This is weird. It’s been months with Owen on my heels everywhere I go.” I spin in a circle. “It’s kind of freeing.”

“Look, there’s an entrance to the beach. If we follow it, will we eventually end up at your place?”

“Yeah, but it’s like five or six miles.”

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