Page 8 of Brassy Bigwig

He places the drinks down on the table between mine and Shelby’s chairs, and we both stare at him in utter surprise. Leaving his beer, he picks up the daiquiri and the Cosmo and hands them to us. Then he turns to Clueless.

“You mind?” he asks.

“What?” Clueless responds.

“You’re in my seat.”

Clueless stands up and mutters something that sounds like “whatever” under his breath as he walks away. His friend, the one who just had his tongue down Shelby’s throat, follows him.

The handsome slab of chiseled marble sits on the end of my chair, staring at me as he takes a sip of his beer. Shelby is so shell-shocked, she doesn’t even notice tongue guy is gone.

“Tha—” My voice gets caught in my throat. Clearing it, I continue. “Thank you. For the drinks as well as scaring them away.”

“It was my pleasure. It was pretty uncomfortable watching from afar. I figured it was even more uncomfortable over here.”

“Definitely,” I agree.

“What?” Shelby finally snaps out of it. “Speak for yourself. I was having fun.”

“No one is stopping you, Shel. Have at it. Just be careful, please.”

“I have my phone if you need me,” she squeals excitedly as she runs after the two of them.

Realizing too late her leaving means I am alone with him, I swallow a ball of nerves stuck in the back of my throat. As he takes his seat at the end of my chair, I struggle to figure out what to say next.

“I’m Trey. Trey Everett,” he sticks his hand out in greeting.

The moment our fingers touch, my skin tingles like a spark of electricity is shooting through me. When my eyes meet his, the fire in his eyes tells me he was affected by same energy.

“Genevieve Morgan, nice to meet you.”

Everything in me wanted to tell him my real name, but I couldn’t do it. No matter what happens here, we’re leaving tomorrow, and I’ll never see him again.

It’s pointless.

“A sexy name for a sexy girl,” he states earnestly before bringing my hand to his lips and whispering a kiss along my knuckles.

His words and actions make me melt where I sit, and I wish like hell I would have told him my real name. I can’t tell him now, though. I’d look as crazy as I feel. My eyes shift, focusing on different areas of the pool deck because I can’t let him see how badly he’s affecting me. I don’t know him. I don’t need him thinking I’m some stage-5 clinger he needs to steer clear of. I certainly don’t want him thinking he can win me over with his charm so easily.

“Are you enjoying your stay?” He relinquishes his hold on my hand and brings my attention back to him.

“Yes,” I admit, flipping my hair behind my shoulder. “One last hurrah before I start my new job on Monday.”

He nods his head in approval. My eyes flit to the tic of the muscle in his jaw. Why is he so tense? When I catch his gaze once more, I realize he was staring at my boobs. Was the tense tic of his jaw him trying to hold back from tackling me? From sucking my nipple into his mouth and not stopping until I’m dripping wet with desire?

What if we were vacationing here together? I picture us cuddling close on the chaise lounge. Enjoying drinks at the bar. Skinny dipping in the ocean at night.

Oh my god, Chloe. Get a fucking grip.

Bringing myself back to reality, I continue the conversation before he starts thinking I don’t know how to carry myself.

“What about you?” I question. “Do you live here? In Greece, I mean.”

“My parents used to live in Athens, but they moved to the States before they had me. Florida, to be specific.”

“I love Florida,” I smile. “It’s one of my favorite places to visit.”

“Well, who wouldn’t love the Sunshine State?” When he flashes me his pearly whites, my smile grows, and the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach quickens.

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