Page 42 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

“A little.”

“Why don’t we take a breather?”

She nodded, having forgotten how conscientious an escort he could be. He led her upstairs and to a game room that had a private balcony off the back, a small porch overlooking the pool.

Bree stared down at the water that glowed like a white neon sign, glad to be away from the noise of the crowd. The drinks had relaxed her so much that she didn’t want to leave, Trent’s pressure-free evening was exactly what she needed after last night. She scanned the people milling around below, thinking they all looked like they didn’t have a care in the world.

“Why don’t I get you another drink?” he asked.

Bree said, “Thanks,” and handed him the glass. But she didn’t really like being alone, she realized. Her eyes caught on a couple groping each other on a lounge chair. Jeesh, they should get a room.

“I saw you with Trent Walker earlier.”

Bree jumped, a rap song’s boom-boom-bum having masked the woman’s entrance. The stunning blonde from earlier stared back at her, blue eyes friendly as she joined Bree out on the balcony.

“Are you two seeing each other?”

The question surprised her, though Bree supposed it shouldn’t. Trent was a good-looking man. It was only natural that women would be interested in him.

“No,” she said.

The woman handed her one of two champagne flutes that she held, silver bubbles clinging to the glass’s side. “Here. He asked me to give this to you.”

“Trent?”

The woman nodded. “Told me he needed to use the little boy’s room.”

Bree said, “Thanks,” taking a sip of the drink as she went back to staring at the pool. “He was my boyfriend a very long time ago,” Bree found herself saying, wondering why she felt the need to insert that little bit of information. “But we—” What? Use each other for sex? That wasn’t true. “Broke up years ago,” Bree finished.

The woman nodded, a smile coming to her eyes. “I see,” she said, taking a sip of her own drink.

Bree suddenly felt uncomfortable, but like a moth drawn to a flame, she found herself gazing at the couple below. The guy spread the woman’s legs apart, and since she wore a bikini, it looked like they were having sex.

“That’s Stan,” the woman said, having followed her gaze. “He does that at every party. Everyone’s used to it.”

Obviously, Bree wanted to say, taking another sip.

“I’m Tina, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Hi, Tina. I’m Bree.” And Bree could have sworn there was more to her touch than just a simple handshake. It lingered just a little too long, her soft fingers brushing Bree’s knuckles as she let her go.

“Nice to meet you, Bree,” Tina said, moving in close.

Bree tensed, but Tina stared at the people down below. “Look over there,” she said.

Bree looked, then felt her brows lift. Two women made out against the side of a pool house, their tongues flicking in and out, breasts and butts barely contained by tiny triangles of brightly colored fabric. Not that the bathing suits would be covering them for much longer by the looks of things.

“That’s Lila and Tory.”

“I see,” Bree said, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

“They like fucking each other.”

Maybe it was her drink, maybe it was the woman’s words, but suddenly Bree felt a little odd. Stan’s near-naked friend had wrapped her legs around him. She saw Stan reach between their bodies and lower his trunks.

“Look,” Bree said, dumping the last of her champagne out. “I’m going to go find Trent.”

“No, don’t do that,” Tina said, and was it her imagination, or had she stepped even closer? “Not yet.”

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