Page 25 of Love Off Course

No way in hell I’m eating that food.

Don’t they have health inspectors around here?

I watch as Camilo goes through the line, now cheerfully chatting it up with Carson. I guess I was the cause of his bad mood. After he has an obscenely high pile of food on his plate, he walks back over to me.

“Come, abejita.” He sets the heaping plate in front of me.

“I beg your pardon?—”

“It’ll be a long night if you don’t put some food in your stomach with the way you’ve been sucking the Corralejo down. Eat, little bee.”

My stomach grumbles angrily, arguing the case along with him. Finally, I give in and take an exaggerated bite of a taco. As soon as the flavor hits my tongue, I moan. Oh my God, it’s the best taco I’ve ever tasted. I shoot Camilo a surprised look, but he’s already headed back up to make himself a plate.

“This is going straight to my ass,” Damian says as he sits beside me. “The world can thank me later. This bootylicious booty doesn’t come without effort. Right, Kyle? Kyle!”

His normally exasperated assistant is in line, smiling at Estefania. He seems like a nice kid, so I’ll allow it. But if he looks at her wrong, I’ll go give that boy the what for.

“You’re hissing,” Damian says. “Is it because the lioness in heat is stalking our sexy Mexi in the buffet line?”

It takes me a second to decode all his confusing lingo.

Then, I zero in on the girl from before. She has her palm on Camilo’s back, turning her head up to talk to him. I don’t like the way she looks at him, which is stupid considering I have no claim on him. I don’t even like him.

Definitely don’t like him.

“If Kyle messes with Estefania, I’ll make him regret the day he ever met me.” I smile sweetly at Damian.

Rather than being shocked, he cackles. “Perhaps you’re a Decepticon.”

“A what?”

“Villain, honey. You’ve got villain eyes.”

At least the villains have cool cars.

Chapter 8

Camilo

Imanage to avoid Ramona through dinner. I’d been oddly thankful for Damian rescuing me from her, even if he did make me dance and rubbed his spandex body on me. Still better than having to talk to Ramona. There’s nothing particularly wrong with the girl, but there’s nothing right, either. She’s a local who sometimes helps out at the hotel during our busy seasons.

A local I’ve taken to bed a few times while in town.

The last time, she got clingy and I decided to cut ties. Mediocre sex isn’t worth having some girl obsess over you and start hinting at shit like a relationship. I don’t have time for relationships. I fuck and fly. The end.

I’d love nothing more than to take Sheridan to bed with me, though. She puts up this hard-ass front, but I bet I could get her to melt under my touch. I’d wipe that sour look off her face while I licked the sweetness between her thighs…

“Rodrigo has been upgraded to a category two hurricane,” Carson says, gripping my shoulder and ending my fantasy.

He motions for Eduardo’s office just beyond the kitchen. Now that everyone’s eaten and resumed drinking, I slip away with Carson.Mamásits at Eduardo’s desk, her brows furrowedas we listen to the man on the radio warn of the winds that could reach up to one-hundred-ten miles per hour.

“When?” I ask, coming to stand behindMamá.

“Tomorrow night.” She looks up at me and frowns. “Will it get worse?”

I hope not.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I assure her.

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