Page 28 of Hawaii Can Suck It

That’s not even an opinion, it’s a fact. Like, scientifically proven. I know. I’ve spent the last two years trying to ignore it.

I watch the way Kai’s eyes trace her lips, how he leans into her space enough to make his attraction clear. And Cam?

All smiles.

At him.

My fingers bite into my palm and I feel a slow, creeping sensation climb up my spine.

Through the static in my brain, I hear Gordon talking. “Reece, buddy, this is the right move. The fans are gonna—”

But his words fade out because she laughs at something Kai says. Then—

Cam wets her lips.

Oh, fuck no.

A territorial feeling slams through me, and then Gordon’s earlier words boomerang back into my head. “No sleeping around, either of you.”

If I agree to this scheme, then Cam can’t get rammed by Kai’s sarong python.

“Fine,” I say into the phone. “Fake dating. Clickbait. Whatever I need to do.”

“Great! I knew you’d—”

I hang up before Gordon can finish his victory speech.

I cross the room in three strides. “Thanks for the present.” The door closes on the resort owner’s shocked face with a satisfying click, barely missing his intrusive schlong.

“That was rude!”

“Sorry, you’ve got work to do. Contract’s in your inbox.”

She blinks, those long lashes fluttering. “You agreed?”

I move closer, close enough to catch the hitch in her breath. “That’s right. You’re my girlfriend now, Morales.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I knowI am completely fucked.

CHAPTER FIVE

CAM

You’remygirlfriendnow,Morales.

Reece hasn’t moved, hasn’t blinked since he shoved Kai and his magic rod out the door. He’s just… standing there, staring at me.

“Are you having a medical emergency?” I ask, waving a hand in his face. “Should I be checking for signs of stroke? Arm weakness? Slurred speech?”

“This isn’t going to work.”

I tap my chin. “Gruffness intact. Full sentences. Still a pendejo. Whew! You had me worried. Thought I was about to lose out on my twenty-five grand.”

He storms toward our red satin love nest. The moment his perfect ass hits the mattress, the bed springs into action, spinning him like a carnival ride.

“What the—” Reece plants his feet, trying to slow the spin, but that only makes it worse. He resembles an overgrown kid on a playground merry-go-round gone rogue. The more he tries to stop it, the faster it spins. “How do I—fuck—make it—goddammit—”

I giggle as he struggles. “Having trouble there, boss?”

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