Page 40 of Hawaii Can Suck It

But I’ve got a plan. A solid one. A strategy so foolproof, even Blaze couldn’t mess it up. Use the camera as a chastity shield between Cam and me. If my hands are occupied filming, they can’t grab anything they shouldn’t.

No touching.

No inappropriate boners.

No career-destroying mistakes that end with us fucking like bunnies.

The last thing I need on my mountain of problems is a scandal where I get caught taking advantage of my employee. That would blow up the whole damn operation.

A shadow falls over my lounge chair, and before I even look up, I feel him—the overwhelming, oppressivealpha male energyradiating like a heat source. Kai looms over me, his oiled chest gleaming in the sun.Is that a loincloth made out of fresh orchids?

Seriously, why is this dude so shiny? What does he do, bathe in the tears of men after he seduces their girlfriends?

“Brother. I trust you and the enchanting Miss Morales enjoyed my welcome package?”

It’s hard to hear the wordpackagewhenhispackage is dangling so close to my face.

I stand abruptly. “What exactly are these couples’ games?”

“Ahh, excellent question. At Aloha Amour, we believe love should be both playful and passionate. As I’m sure you know, even the most devoted lovers cannot pound each other twenty-four-seven.”

He takes a cleansing breath. “The body needs to recharge. Therefore, in between moments of deep sensual exploration, we offer activities that nurture the bond between couples. Strengthen their connection. Prepare them for greater pleasures.”

I regret asking.

“Kai, my man!” Blaze bounds over like a bouncy ball, hand raised for a high-five, which Kai returns with the seriousness of a sacred ritual.

Then Blaze turns to me, hand still raised. “Brooooo! Don’t leave me hangin’.”

“You cannot be serious right now.”

“Tired? I get it.” He winks so hard his whole face contorts. “None of us got any sleep last night.” When I don’t respond, he high-fives himself.

My best friend has always been a few fries short of a Happy Meal. He once got lost in his own backyard. Honestly, his childlike innocence is…wasone of my favorite things about him. That and he’s always down to try anything, no matter how stupid. But can he really bethisclueless?

“Blazey-poo!” Astrid’s voice cuts through the air. “I told you not to wander! We have to record our intro video!”

“Coming, babykins!” He parkours over a chaise lounge, nearly taking out an elderly couple.

There’s movement by the pool entrance, and my throat goes dry. Cam’s walking toward us in cutoff shorts and a fitted floral tank top. I’ve never seen her dressed so casually, so… free. A royal blue string teases around her neck, disappearing under fabric and—

No. No, no, no.

Please, if there is a God, do not let there be a bikini under there.

And then, being an actual masochist, I immediately hope there is.

Get it together. She s your employee.

I force my face into the scowl to end all scowls and bark, “You’re late.”

Cam saunters up, looking unbothered by my presence, which I do not appreciate. If I’m suffering, she should at least pretend to be flustered.

“Good morning to you too, Reecey-Poo. Got your love note. Nice to know you can criticize me even when I’m unconscious.”

“If you need a third member to add harmony to your relationship,” Kai says, “I have extensive experience—”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” I cut him off sharply. “We need to film. You know, to promote your resort.”

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