Page 61 of The Naughty Week
“Come on out for a second, Ella,” Josh says, and I do as I’m told, scooting up the pool steps and grabbing my towel from the floor on the way.
“What is it?” I ask, and sit down beside him.
“Josh is on my case,” Heath says. “He’s trying to tempt me with the wonders of hitting the town with you tonight. Appealing to my more…rationalside, as he calls it.”
“One night isn’t going to hurt,” Josh tells him. “Seriously, will you just trust me? You’re simply a guy from the TV, heading out with a couple of friends. Acoupleof friends. We won’t even touch you. We’ll be all over each other.”
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything at all.
“How long is it since you’ve been out in town?” Josh asks. “You used to enjoy it. I remember your tales.”
“They were a long time ago.”
“Yes, exactly! So let’s make some new ones. Just for a night or so.”
“Two,” I butt in. “We have two nights.”
Heath rolls his eyes. “Two now? So you’re not just trying to wrestle me out of the villa for one night in the public eye, it’s now doubled.”
“Fine,” Josh holds his hands up. “We’ll be thinking of you.”
I go to speak again, but Josh flashes me a glance. I know that glance. It meansstay quiet.
I move to my own lounger and towel myself off, soaking in the tension between the two guys. It’s burning hotter than the sun – like magma under the surface – even though Josh reaches over to pat Heath’s thigh with a grin on his face.
As for Heath. He can’t stop looking at Josh. He tries to relax, but his eyes keep flitting. Staring.
“What?” Josh asks, after a while.
“Nothing. I was just admiring my beautiful curvas in the sun.”
“Sure.” Josh smirks. “Keep admiring us, then. Let us know if you want some dick or pussy from your beautiful curvas, and we’ll be more than happy to serve.”
Josh sounds so cocky. So alive. Mesmerising in that addictive way my boyfriend behaves.
It’s no surprise that Heath can’t keep his eyes off him. I’m with him on that score.
We have another few glasses of orange juice and a fruit salad, and the topic of our upcoming reward isn’t raised again for hours. Not until Heath gives a sigh as Josh takes a dip in the pool.
“Damn him,” Heath says to me, then shoots me a grin. “And damn you, too.”
“What for?”
He leans back, his arms folded behind his head.
“I want to come with you tonight. I really fucking do.”
“Well, I’d hope so, since we’re going somewhere so amazing.”
“It’s not aboutsomewhereso amazing. It’s coming with you.” Heath pauses. “I want to do it.”
I shuffle on my lounger.
“For real? Oh my God. Are you going to do it? Are you going to come?”
He sighs. “I shouldn’t.”
I use my opportunity as Josh swims a length.
