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I’d been so horny that I’d forgotten one of the most importantSingle Boy Rules.

I ran over to my phone and called the front desk again.

“Is Maeve’s fiancé still waiting?” I asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. Have him escorted up to my pool.”

Chapter 19 – Classic Size Contest

The events of Sunday, Sept 22, 2013, as told by the banana king

Maeve’s fiancé got to the pool before she did.

I walked over and shook his hand. “Magnus King. Pleasure tomeet you.”

“Anthony Mendoza.” He squeezed my hand super hard.

I cocked an eyebrow. “Impressive handshake.” It wasn’t. But themore confident he felt, the more likely he’d be to agree to a size contest.

“I lift a lot,” he said with a shrug. “Training for my firstboxing match. Anyway, where’s Maeve?” He looked around the terrace.

“She’ll be out in a minute. She just had to change. So whatdo you think of this view?”

“It’s incredible.”

“Maeve told me that you’re thinking about having your weddinghere at the Locatelli Resort and Spa. How would you like to have it up here?”

Anthony looked surprised. “Is that even an option? I don’tthink I saw that on the website.”

“I own this place, so if I say it’s an option, then it’s anoption.”

“For real?”

“Yeah. My pleasure. Maeve has been doing a great job. And Ilike to take care of my employees.”

“Rock on.” He gave me a fist bump.

And then Maeve walked out.

Anthony’s jaw dropped.

Which was reasonable. She’d looked damn good before. But now shewas a fucking miracle. At first my eyes were drawn to the leash danglingbetween her tits. But then her sarong shifted and the sun caught some of thediamonds on the garter around her thigh.Fuck me. I’d forgotten thegarter. But now it was all I could focus on. I couldn’t wait to tear it off ofher with my teeth.

“Babe!” said Maeve and ran over to Anthony. She gave him abig hug. “How’d you get up here?”

“I invited him up,” I said. “The front desk said he was circlingthe block. And it was my fault that you were running late, so I figured hecould wait up here.”

“Aw, that was so nice of you.”

I shrugged. “No problem.”

“What are you wearing?” asked Anthony. There was a hint ofanger in his voice.

“Oh. Right.” She blushed. “I was just trying on some outfitsfor Mr. King. He has a fashion show tonight and one of his models was runninglate. He wanted to see what looked good with red hair.” She raised her gloved handsand pushed her hair off her breasts.

“Whoa, babe!” Anthony put his hands in front of her cleavage.“Cover that up.”

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