Page 92 of The Bad Girl List

All hesitation leaves Kevin’s face. “Oh, hell, yes,” he says. “Count me in.” He gives me a flirty smile.

Thomas says, “Minnie, we need a dish of salt.”

I whisper in Annika’s ear, “What’s a body shot?”

“You’ll see.” She winks at me. “Thomas, take your shirt off.”

Thomas doesn’t need to be asked twice. He whips off his shirt and drapes it on the back of his stool. He has the same lean, well-muscled body as Trevor.

As I watch, he takes salt from the dish and smears it across his chest, then puts a lime wedge between his teeth.

Annika throws back her shot, then licks the salt off Thomas’s chest. He hoots in appreciation, as do several other people around us, including Kevin. Annika then plucks the lime from Thomas’s mouth and sucks the juice.

I may be drunk, but I’m pretty sure I see a gleam of hunger in Thomas’s eyes as he watches my cousin. It’s the first time I’ve seen him look at her that way. Maybe he’s into Minnie and Annika now after last night’s almost-threesome.

“Your turn.” Annika hands me a shot glass.

“No, I don’t think so–”

Annika cuts me off. “Nope, you’re doing this. You need to flush assholes out of your system and have some fun.”

Thomas shoots a frown in her direction. She gives him a sweet smile before turning to Kevin.

“You,” she says. “Shirt. Off. Now.”

Kevin peels off his shirt, wiggling his eyebrows at me in a suggestive manner. I smile a little in spite of myself. If I hadn’t spent the last few days consumed with Trevor, I might find him cute.

But as I take in his naked torso, my mind holds him up to Trevor. There’s really no comparison. Kevin doesn’t look bad, but the Thunder from Down Under grape farmer outshines him by ten thousand miles.

Instead of smearing the salt across his chest like Thomas had done, Kevin puts it along his lower stomach, right under his belly button. The smile he gives me is devilish.

Screw it, I tell myself. My grape farmer isn’t here. Why not have some innocent fun?

I take the shot Annika offers me. There’s a long moment when I wish, wish, wish for Trevor to walk through the door of Zeke’s. I wish he would spin me into his arms and take me out of here, back to his place. I wish he was the one with his shirt off letting me lick salt off him.

But Trevor isn’t going to come. He doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. He made that perfectly clear. I need to move on.

So I do. I drop to my knees in front of Kevin and lick my tongue across his stomach. His skin is salty and sticky with sweat. The front of his pants bulges, but I ignore it.

His eyes are lusty when I rise to my feet and take the lime out of his mouth. He pulls me close, running his hands around my waist and grazing the top of my ass.

“You are so fucking hot,” he says into my ear. “Do you want to go back to my place? We can take body shots off other, more interesting body parts.”

I break away and suck down the lime. “More shots,” I say. “We need more alcohol.”

This time, Thomas convinces Minnie to let him lick salt from her arm. I let Kevin lick salt off my neck and take the lime wedge from my mouth.

I feel someone’s eyes on me. I look up and find Thomas staring at me. I can’t read his expression, but it looks like a mix of disapproval and resignation.

“What?” I say to him.

“Nothing.” He looks away, suddenly interested in his phone.

I wonder if he’s going to tell Trevor about this, then decide I don’t care.

“Seriously, come back to my place,” Kevin says, sidling up to me. “I promise you’ll have a great time.”

The room is slightly spinny. I’m drunk enough that I could pull this off. I could go home with Kevin and cross number ten off the list. I should just do it and get it over with.

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