Page 23 of Love Off Course

Time to batten down the hatches and let her do her worst.

I’ve always wanted to ride a storm.

Chapter 7

Sheridan

I’m warm.

Too warm.

It’s not because of the idiot pilot half naked and dancing. It’s from the tequila and the lack of air conditioning in this hot-ass restaurant. Definitely not the way he moves his hips.

Oh my God.

“I would destroy that boy in bed,” Damian reveals, whispering loudly. “Absolutely wreck him.”

Camilo, totally oblivious, continues shaking his nice ass in his obnoxious yellow swim trunks. His back is muscular and tanned and sculpted with a black crow tattooed on it.

If I were a single girl like Estefania, I would totally get drunk enough to have sex with him. Totally. But I’m not a free bird, I am a Reid girl. I’m a tiger and I eat little crows like him for dinner.

“Those shorts ought to be outlawed,” Damian hisses, poking my arm. “You can seeeverything, honey.”

Oh my God.

Warmth blooms across my chest and up my throat. You can most definitely tell he’s packing something monstrouslywonderful in his shorts. With every thrust of his hips to the music, we get a little preview.

I suck down my Sprite, er tequila, and try not to drool. After our little fight and subsequent bathroom encounter, I’ve tried to stay away from Camilo. He’s been dancing and talking and laughing. Terrorizing everyone in the near vicinity. Though they seem amused and entertained by him, especially Carson. They’re two obnoxious, hot as sin peas in a pod.

“Since you’re not a lez, you totally should ride that Mexican cowboy. If you don’t, I’m gonna borrow one of Estefania’s dresses and make that happen.” Damian sighs. “Lord, look at those buns.”

Above the music playing from an old jukebox, I can hear the wind picking up. A prickle of worry washes over me. I haven’t exactly waited for a tropical storm to hit before. I’m supposedly in the path of one and Daddy’s not even here to assure me everything will be okay.

Thinking about Daddy makes me think about David.

Smart. Educated. Rich. Brilliant.

Boring.

I cringe at that thought. David’s not boring. He knows a lot about architecture and historical stories and wine. He once explained to me over dinner the importance of farmers in a booming technological world. David is interesting.

We’ve kissed a few times, mostly when he’s had a little too much wine.

The one time we had sex, I’d been thrilled. It was sloppy and over quick. I’d been a little disappointed, but Daddy didn’t raise a quitter. I figured it would get better with age. The next morning he surprised me with room service before driving me home. It wasn’t awkward after. I didn’t think about how I wanted passion and heat and love but was given three minutes ofsweaty thrusting. It was the wine. The next morning, my David was charismatic and a gentleman.

But not my boyfriend.

I try not to let that bother me. I really do. He’s a busy man. Simply needs a little nudging in the female department, I think.

“Oh hell no,” Damian grumbles. “Mexican Barbie is mackin’ on your man!”

Mexican Barbie?

I glance over at Estefania, but she’s in deep conversation with Lawton and Kyle. The restaurant is now full of people who seem to be very familiar with one another. The Barbie in question is prowling over to Camilo. A little burst of jealousy shoots up my spine.

Jealousy.

No way.

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