Page 28 of Love Off Course

Last night was blurry.

Drinks. Dancing. The fight in the filthy office at the restaurant.

Camilo carrying me. Camilo dressing me. Camilo holding me.

And Camilo fucking me.

Heat floods my body. That didn’t happen, though. I hate that I wish it did. What about David? I stiffen at that thought.This week was supposed to be about him. I was supposed to go to Daddy’s wedding and spend uninterrupted time with David. Make him see how right we are together and commit to something. It’s not like he doesn’t find me attractive. He slept with me, after all. Kisses me on occasion. Takes me to dinner often. We’re meant to be.

Sleeping half-naked with a mouthy, hot pilot is a bad idea.

What would David think?

He’d be disappointed. Just like Daddy.

Shame washes over me and I wallow in self-loathing until I hear the voices again.

“She’s red. Oh, Lord, is he doing her right now? Someone grab the blanket so I can watch!”

I snap my eyes open and glower at the source of the voice. Damian. It’s light in the room, though I can hear the rain still pattering, and he’s dressed like he’s the rainbow meant to chase away the storm. Too many colors. Too bright.

“Why are you here?” I snap, pinning him with a hard glare.

He winces at my tone, but I don’t feel guilty this time. They’re all standing around the bed, watching us like we’re some sort of freakshow exhibit. Carson, Estefania, Kyle, Lawton, and Damian.

“This is all my fault,” Estefania whines. “I should have come to check on you, but Carson said you would be okay with the handsome pilot.”

“I did say that,” Carson agrees. “It wasn’t a lie. They look pretty okay to me.”

Wait. Where did she go last night? I shoot laser beams at Carson and he laughs, shaking his head and pointing at Kyle. Kyle’s eyes widen in fear. Luckily for him, Damian steps in front of him, blinding me with his red sequin tank top and short purple bike shorts. More junk on display today. I can’t deal with this without coffee.

“Can someone hand me my shorts?” a sexy, sleepy voice murmurs beside me. “I seem to have lost them somewhere.”

“Pure chemistry. I knew it.” Carson’s smug grin is going to get slapped right off him. I’d do it now except they’d all see me in this horrible outfit I stole from my roomie.

I roll onto my back, drawing the covers to my chin, and turn to look at Camilo. His arm is bent and he’s resting on his hand, a sexy smirk on his face. Just knowing he’s naked under here with me makes my body tingle and burn.

“Get out of my bed,” I hiss, irrationally angry at Camilo, even though we didn’t technically do anything. “Now!”

He shrugs and then slides out of the bed, his hands covering his crotch. I get a perfect view of his sculpted, tanned ass. Too many muscles. Too hot. Ugh.

“Holy heaven in a handbasket,” Damian whines. “That ass is what people commit crimes over. Marry me, sexy Mexi. Please.”

Camilo chuckles, deep and throaty, as he takes his offered trunks from Carson. He keeps his back turned to us as he pulls them back on, somehow managing not to flash us his dick in the process. Not that I’m looking. Totally not looking.

“Who’s ready for breakfast?” Camilo asks, his almost black eyes searing into me. “I could eat.”

“Out!” I yell. “Now! All of you!” Estefania looks like she might cry, so I spare her. “Not you. You can stay. If you have a dick, leave!”

“If I tuck mine, can I stay?” Damian asks, batting his rainbow-colored eyelashes at me. “Please, bestie?”

“I am not your bestie,” I snarl.

“I am her bestie,” Estefania corrects. “Go. Shoo. Handsome pilots and lovely boys must leave. Goodbye, my friends.” She playfully shoves them out of the room. As soon as the door closes, she turns to me, grinning. “You borrowed my gown?”

“I, uh, it was a mistake.”

“You can borrow anything you like. We are practically sisters.”

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