Page 88 of Hawaii Can Suck It

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

I let out an exasperated groan and stomp back to the hotel. I’m done. Done with this storm. Done with his unreadable grumpy face. Done with his mood swings.

I hear his footsteps behind me as I march down the hallway. “Cam, wait—”

Nope. Not happening.I pick up the pace, a woman marching on a warpath.

“Will you stop—”

Absolutely not.I reach our room first and slam the door in his face.

Two seconds later, the door unlocks.

“Real mature.” He barges in looking like a wet dream in a bad mood then strides over to stand in the shower area. He snags a towel and starts roughly drying his hair.

I cross my arms, still dripping wet, shivering, and seething with anger.

Finally, he yanks the towel down and glares at me. “You’re getting water all over the floor.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is my inconvenient wetness bothering you? I guess you better report me to the Housekeeping Police.”

He gestures—wildly—at the carpet. “You’re standing there leaking, while I’m over here being a responsible adult and drying myself off.”

“You want me to dry off? Sure thing, boss.” I march over, grab the hem of my tank top, and start pulling it off.

“Whoa! What are you doing?”

“Getting out of these wet clothes that you can see through anyway.” I arch an eyebrow. “What’s the big deal? You’ve been staring at my boobs all day. You’re practically best friends now.”

He clears his throat. “We both need to change. Let’s just… not face each other.”

“Whatever.”

We turn our backs to each other, as if preparing for a duel, and I begin to peel off my wet, sticky clothes from my chilled skin. Every reflective surface reveals a different angle of him doing the same. I notice him stealing glances at me too, our eyes meeting briefly in the mirror before shifting away.

In record time, we put on the fluffy white hotel robes, both tying the belts with more force than necessary. I’m ready to give him another piece of my mind—maybe mention how that kiss didn’t mean shit.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Reece exhales sharply, rubbing his temples. “What now?”

I yank open the door and immediately regret it. One of “Kai’s Best Friends” beams at me and holds a sleek white bag with a gold ribbon wrapped around it.

“Aloha, lovers!” he beams, handing me the gift pack. “We noticed you didn’t take your Rainy Day Pleasure Bag when you arrived, so we wanted to make sure you got it! Also, room service is available whenever you need. And if there’s anything else we can do to help you have an orgasmic evening, please don’t hesitate to ask!”

“Thanks,” I grit out before closing the door.

I peek inside and—¡Mierda!—there’s another obnoxiously large vibrator. I yank it out of the bag and hold it up like a weapon, gripping it tight and pointing it as I lay down the law.

“That’s fucking it! I cannot keep pretending this tension between us isn’t making me absolutely feral.”

Reece’s eyes go huge, his gaze ping-ponging between my face and the vibrator I’m waving.

“I know this relationship is fake—but the throb between my legs? That shit is very fucking real.”

“You think you’re the only one who’s sexually frustrated? I fucking kissed you, Cam.”

And that’s when it hits me.

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