Page 2 of Brassy Bigwig

“Besides, this is supposed to be a girls’ trip. We didn’t come here to meet guys.”

“Speak for yourself,” Shelby laughs, but I know she isn’t joking.

She’s the most boy crazy girl I’ve ever met. I love her to death, but sometimes she lets her mission to find a man get in the way of an otherwise fun, relaxing time.

“Besides, look at the girl they’re with. She’s absolutely breathtaking,” I admit, envious of her near perfect everything.

I say girl, but she’s all woman. Remarkable raven hair, perfectly round, perky boobs, a tanned and toned body, legs for days.

“Way out of our league,” I add once I finish assessing her.

The same goes for the guy Shelby has her eye on. Everything about him screams wealth and status. Shelby and I both grew up with wealthy parents. We can recognize it in others, easily. But this guy exudes money and power as though he belongs in his own tax bracket. There’s no way a man of his stature would ever be interested in me—I mean Shelby.

“And the guy, he looks like a Greek god who’s been carved from stone. He also looks closer to our parents’ age than ours. He’d never be interested in us.”

“Mmm…” Shelby practically salivates as she gawks at the poor, devilishly handsome man.

I’ve always had a thing for older guys, but those I’ve dated have only been a couple years older than me. Still very immature for my taste. I’ve never considered dating a man more than five years older than me, but damn…

Maybe I should.

The heat deep within me, which had started to dissipate slightly, fires up once more. As I shift in my seat, my thighs clench, applying mild pressure to my clit. I close my eyes briefly and let myself imagine for a split second it’s his thumb tracing light circles over it.

Speaking of immature boys, before I have a chance to get pulled too far under, I’m jolted back to reality by a group of three guys cannonballing into the pool like children. They appear to be roughly the same age as Shelby and me. Definitely not older and more refined like the devastatingly handsome god across the pool.

It’s probably for the best. I shouldn’t waste my time fantasizing about someone who would never even notice me. Before I can get sucked too far into my pit of self-deprecation, our server comes by with a fresh round of drinks for us.

“Strawberry daiquiri.” I reach out for my drink when he hands it to me.

I grew up addicted to drinking strawberry Quik. Shelby and I always joke that this is the adult version of that.

“And a Cosmo. Can I get you ladies anything else at the moment?” he asks, staring at Shelby for a few seconds longer than is comfortable.

Well, I would be uncomfortable anyway. Shelby’s eating it up, though.

“I think we’re… satisfied… for now,” she flirts, cocking her eyebrow at him.

Jesus, help her.

I take off my sunglasses and stare pointedly at her as she watches the server walk away from us. When she finally breaks her connection from his retreating ass, she turns back to me and shoots me a questioning look.

“What?”

“We’re satisfied for now?” I repeat her desperate words back to her.

“Oh, leave me alone. Just because you’re not trying to get laid on this vacation doesn’t mean I have to go without.”

“As long as you don’t bring them back to our room,” I declare, mildly disgusted.

“Well, I’ll do my best, but if you see the scrunchie on the doorknob, you know what that means.”

“Ew,” I snicker.

I can’t help but laugh. We may not see eye-to-eye on everything, but that’s what makes our friendship so exciting. We bring out different parts of each other and challenge one another to try things we normally wouldn’t.

She rolls her eyes playfully as I tell her I’m joking.

“But seriously,” I start again, “if you fuck a stranger on my bed, I’m leaving your ass in Greece.”

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