sunlight.
I float for a while before a huge splash of water lands on my face, rushing straight up my nose. The saltwater immediately burns my sinuses. “What the hell, Beau?”
“Go dancing with me tonight.”
I don’t know what’s happening here. “Sure you want to waste precious time with me instead of working on those ninety-nine fucks?”
He shrugs. “I did the five-knuckle shuffle last night. If I’m being completely honest, I did it this morning too, so I’m good.”
Well, hell. That image is in my head again. I hope he doesn’t tease me again about coming to his room to watch. I might consider taking him up on the offer.
“Come on. Go with me, Peach. It’ll be fun.”
His dimples are far too persuasive. There’s no hope for me. I can’t resist. “Yeah, okay.”
Chapter 4
Anna James Bennett
“ W hat is the dress code for the dance club?” Surely that isn’t clothing optional as well. If it is, forget it. I don’t want to be in a place where naked body parts are jiggling.
Meredith lifts a brow. “Depends on which one you’re referring to.”
“I have no idea.”
“There are two. One is on the dressier side while the other tends to be more casual. Sensual elegant works for both. Why do you want to know?”
“I’m going with Beau.”
“Then we need to be in my room. I saw what you packed and ain’t none of it gonna work for dancing.” Meredith moves toward the door.
“I can’t go outside like this.” I’m still in my tank and boxer shorts.
“Really, Anna James? You think what you’re wearing is inappropriate for stepping outside to go into the room next door?”
I look down to inspect myself and point to the problem. “Yes. You can see my nipples through this.”
“Again, you think that’s a problem for here?” She’s laughing at me.
“It’s indecent for me.” I grab a T-shirt and pull it over my tank before following Mere to her suite. “I happen to like the clothes I brought. I bought most of them specifically for this trip.” My budget was basically next to nothing, but I found a lot of summer items on clearance.
“The clothes you brought work fine for home but not here. You’ll stand out like a sore thumb. The vultures will circle if you look like a newbie and be quick to call dibs on you.”
“Umm . . . not up for grabs here.”
“They won’t understand that. And I know you’ll be annoyed if they bother you.”
I don’t want to be harassed. “Then show me what you have.”
She spreads an ensemble of at least fifteen dresses across the bed. “Shit. This collection looks like you beat a hooker’s ass and then stole her wardrobe.”
“Shut up and pick something.”
I choose a black one shoulder with slits in the sides. I hold it up for inspection. “Think I’d look okay in this?”
“You’d look killer in any of them.” One of the great things about having Meredith for a best friend is that we’re very close in size. My butt is chunkier so this dress will fit tighter. Sometimes that’s good but I’m not sure with this one.
“I don’t know, Mere. I’m afraid it’s going to be tight and ride up my ass.”
She takes it off the hanger. “The only way to know is to try it on. If it doesn’t work, we’ll move on to something else.”
I strip down and slip into the spandex sheath. She’s beaming so I know this one is a winner. “It’s a hell yes from me. What do you think?”
I step in front of the full-length mirror for inspection. “I like it.”
“Like, hell. You should love it. It looks fantastic. It’s way better on you than me.”
I remove my ponytail holder keeping the messy bun on top of my head in place. “Okay. I admit. I love it. Hair up, down, straight or curly?”
“Big loose curls. No doubt.”
“I think so too.” I don’t do it often because it’s so much work, but I have plenty of time to get ready.
Meredith’s eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You want to look great for this guy. I can tell.”
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