Page 9 of Two Sticky Nuts

So he’s here for the free room and free food, like me. Oddly, it makes me feel a little less pathetic.

“Who are you here with?” asks Mr. Hot Coconuts.

My heart starts pounding because he asked me with a slight smile. A flirty smile.

Gah! He’s scoping me out!

I play it coy. “Oh, who am I here with?” I shrug, drawing out the moment a little. I want to savor this. The hottest man I’ve ever seen in the world is wondering if I’m single. “I am here with someone.”

“Oh?” He looks disappointed, and I am going to remember this for as long as I live.

“My best friend Sofie,” I add. “She’s sleeping off a night of fun.”

He smiles, and two puckers form in both cheeks. “Will she be sleeping off another night of fun tomorrow?”

My pulse is like a pack of galloping horses, running toward nirvana. “Maybe.”

“I, uh, have three waterfalls to check out, if you’d like to join me. I leave pretty early, though. Seven a.m.”

He’s asking me out! Ohmygod!This is insane. He’s a ten. I’m a six. Maybe a seven on a good day.Quick! Say something witty and flirty.

“Do I get to touch your coconuts?” I ask.

“Sure. You can help me get the shots—put them at different spots around the scene.”

Huh?Did he not get the sexual innuendo? “I’d love to help.”

“Mila! I’m so sorry.” Sofie walks up in a pink sundress, looking like she’s been through the princess carwash, all shiny and new. “I can’t believe how much fun I had.”

She stops in front of my lounge chair, noticing my new friend.

“Hi there.” She smiles.

Oh no you don’t, Slut-Vader.“Sofie, you’re awake. How was it with that waiter last night? Did he rock your world?”

Her mouth drops and then snaps shut. She looks at me and smiles. Genuinely smiles. Like I said, she’s a good person. She’s already figured out that this hot, hot piece of man sitting next to me is mine for the taking.

“Yes, I actually have plans to see him again tonight,” Sof says. “We’re going to some reggae club. Wanna come?”

“Oh, I can’t. I’ve got an early start tomorrow with…” I look at Mr. Hot Coconuts, and he picks up on the cue.

“I’m Carter.” He holds out his hand. “Carter Strike.”

“Mila.” I put my hand out, too, and we shake. “This is my friend Sofie.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says just as a cell starts ringing. He digs it from the front pocket of his backpack and looks at the screen. “My apologies, ladies, but I have to take this.” He looks at me with those stunning blue eyes. “Lobby? Seven sharp?”

“Absolutely,” I reply.

“Looking forward to it.” He winks and walks off.

Sofie and I stare at his tight, muscled ass flexing under his baby-blue shorts as he disappears inside.

Sofie slowly turns to me. “Who. The fuck. Is that?”

I smile. “Mr. Right.”

CHAPTER FIVE

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