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“We aim to please,mon amour,” Gerard cooed. “But our holidays are coming to a close. This is our last night together.”
Last chance. My nerves spiked and my pulse picked up. I hid my anxiety behind a crooked smile. Could I really do this?
The answer had to be yes. Javier had initiated me in one aspect of sex. I intended to learn the rest. The mere thought of him had my resolve wavering. He kept intruding in my head, spoiling what should be my fun. Damn his good looks and his sex appeal. And his mouth. And his tongue. And his fingers.
Missy Astor, you’re not getting hung up on him ever again.
Tonight, I was taking matters into my own hands.
I stole a glance over my shoulder. He sat at the bar, wearing his reflective shades. Who did that at night? Ridiculous, not to mention annoying.
He’d been at the bar all night, surrounded by the stunner with the great boobs and all his female fans. They conveniently came out of the woodwork like termites whenever he made an appearance. Women gravitated to him in hordes. Honestly, it was irritating.
He rocked his ripped jeans and a black T-shirt that showcased his pecs and biceps to perfection. Holding a tumbler that hadn’t touched his lips all night, he made for a striking figure. I had to give it to him. It was his best bodyguard look yet.
He would’ve been the ideal candidate for what I had in mind. Capable, sexy, sweet—well, not sweet, not anymore. He’d stopped being sweet to me the moment we stepped over the Costa Rican border. It was a shame he wasn’t into me. Never mind I’d shocked him with my transformation. His image of me was juvenile.
His bad attitude and awful reaction had precipitated a milestone that had to happen sooner rather than later. He’d never been the manofmy dreams, but it turns out he wasn’t the manfrommy dreams, either. The man from my dreams had been a patient, devoted lover, not a freaking prick.
I caught another glimpse of him through the crowd. Even as I kept dancing, I sighed. Heck, even his feet were sexy, big, bold, and masculine, encased in the Birkenstocks, his toes as strong and well-formed as the rest of him.
You know what they say, Affie’s voice teased in the back of my mind.Big feet, big dicks.
Holy freaking cow. I fanned my burning face. Thegroping I’d done when I had the chance confirmed Affie’s observation. Maybe this was all for the best. I didn’t think I wanted one too terribly big tonight. A little one would probably do fine. Tiny may be good to start with. And one. One would be enough. Right?
Gnawing on my lips, I glanced at the two men dancing with me.
Which one?
Do I really want to do this?
“Love the dress on you,” Pierre’s warm breath gusted over my ear, drawing my attention away from my nemesis. “You look hot. You make me boil inside.”
“Me, too.” Gerard rubbed against my back. “I’m on fire,mon amour.”
The old Prissy Missy would’ve told these two to go find a hose to cool down. She would’ve encouraged them to jump in the pool, but from now on, rejections like those would be limited to gold diggers and cavemen.
Tonight, you’re the huntress, I reminded myself, fighting a bout of nerves that threatened to sink my adventure. To do this, I had to borrow Affie’s motto:Learn a little, live a lot.
I closed my eyes, lifted my arms, and swayed to the sexy beat. It flowed through me until my body was a wave swelling and ebbing in a crowded sea. I swung my hips in slow, rhythmic circles, flirting with my companions, but the fire within didn’t ignite. If only I was as attracted to them in the same way I was to Javier.
Stop the comparisons. You’re dilly-dallying. Choose.
I studied Pierre. I liked the way he synced his movements to mine, following my lead. Dragging my eyes to Gerard, I noticed the glitter in his eyes and the sheen brightening his skin. Light and shadows played with their features as the colorful disco lights shifted around us.
Pierre. It should be him.
No. Gerard is shorter and smaller. His feet are smaller, too.
Don’t be a scaredy cat.
Make up your mind.
Maybe Gerard?
I allowed Pierre to plant a brief smooch on my mouth. He smelled as if he’d bathed in cologne. I gave him a little playful shove. Gerard came around and also planted a peck on my lips. So far, they were both light kissers. Nothing like Javier. No heat, no meltdown, no fireworks on contact.
Argh.I wanted to slap myself silly.Comparing again?
