Read Online Cancun: Bad Boys on the Beach: A Standalone Romance Novel by Kimberly Fox - Free Book Online

music cuts, ruining our glorious little moment. This chick can’t go five minutes without anyone paying attention to her.
    Megan’s shoulders drop as she turns to her fraud of a maid of honor. It’s probably better this way. Nobody wants to limp down the aisle in a cast.
    “I have a little present for our bride,” she says. She whispers something to the DJ. He nods and turns to his laptop. “Remember this one Megan? Karaoke and cocktails. Always a dangerous combination.”
    The cheesy music to The Wind Beneath My Wings starts to play over the speakers and Stephanie closes her eyes, swaying side to side in her black dress that’s way too tight and short for her slutty body.
    Are you fucking kidding me?
    “Whoa whoa whoa,” she sings way off-key over Bette Midler’s voice. She continues butchering the song and I have a sudden need to leave the club before I puke up my dinner on the dance floor.
    I touch over my ear to see if the flower is still there, it is, before heading outside. I take one last look, hoping to see the crowd throwing rotten tomatoes at Stephanie but I see Megan standing in front of her instead, dancing as her new best friend sings to her way off pitch.
    The air is cool tonight and it feels nice on my hot skin. The breeze is blowing through the palm trees making them tickle each other and the stunning lit up pool is visible in the distance. I sit on the curb and watch the people pass. A young couple walks by holding the hand of a cute toddler. They nod and smile at me as they walk. It’s a really nice resort. I just wish I was here on better terms.
    “I’ve heard cats being tortured that sound better,” a deep, raspy voice says behind me. Ethan walks up and sits down next to me on the curb.
    “I know, right?” I ask. “I thought I was the only one.”
    “No,” he says, stretching his muscular legs out. “Everyone is either drunk or just being polite.”
    He makes me laugh. “Has she always been like this?”
    “Unfortunately,” he says. “Why do you think I moved to Chicago?”
    “Is that where you live?” I ask, playing dumb as if I hadn’t sent Julia with a written list of questions to ask Megan about him.
    “Mm-hm.”
    “So what do you do in the City of Brotherly Love?” I ask.
    “That’s Philly,” he says, chuckling.
    “Oh right.” Shit .
    “I own a bar and I just opened up a tattoo shop,” he says.
    “Do you do tattoos?”
    “Sometimes,” he says. “But not as much as I’d like to. It takes a lot of time to run the shop.”
    “I’d love to see some of your work,” I say, wondering what his style is like. “I’ve never met a tattoo artist before.”
    He lifts up his sleeve on his left arm. His biceps are huge and look as hard as the curb under my ass. “Right here.”
    “Did you do that?” I ask, looking at the intricate tattoo of a dragon on his skin.
    “My first tattoo is under that,” he says with a smile. “I used to practice on my arms but they were really bad so I got my friend Tito to cover them up.”
    My eyes linger on the contours of his tricep and the sheer size of his arms. I could wrap my index fingers and thumbs around it and they wouldn’t be able to touch each other.
    He rolls his sleeve down and I hide my disappointment. “What do you do back home?”
    I sigh. “I’m a receptionist at a pet food company.”
    “Which one?” he asks.
    “Doggy Donuts.” He looks at me with a blank stare. “It’s the kibble that’s shaped like donuts.”
    He shrugs.
    “You know the commercial,” I say. “Ain’t no buts when it comes to donuts. Your mutts will go nuts for doggy donuts!”
    Oh my God. Did I just sing that?
    He laughs. “Not sure. Can you sing it again?”
    I stand up and do the dance that the dogs do in the commercial while I sing. Might as well own it. “Ain’t no buts when it comes to donuts. Your mutts will go nuts for doggy donuts!”
    He laughs as I sit back down. “You’re making me want to get a dog just so I can buy