perfect ass. "Was she at the party last night?" she asked, turning to Jeff, who had the decency to wipe the wolfish look off his face as he looked at his wife.
"I didn't see her, but then again it was kind of dark and pretty crowded."
"I think she left early," Drew said, as though he hadn't tracked her every move from the moment she set foot on the island yesterday morning.
"She's a lot cuter than Alan's wife," Amelia said, turning her attention back to Wendy's retreating form, analyzing her in the way women measure each other. One thin brow arched above the frame of her sunglasses. "Must not have a great personality."
Drew watched the floppy green brim of Wendy's hat disappear down the steps. "No, more like Alan wasn't even close to man enough for her." He mentally kicked himself. Since when was it his business to defend Wendy's reputation, especially since up until last night she'd treated him with all the warmth of an ice sculpture.
Amelia held up her hands. "Oh, no offense, I don't even know her—"
Drew held up a hand. "None taken. We're friends, that's all," Friends? his inner skeptic scoffed. Not exactly, he conceded , but it sounded better than fuck buddy. Either way she didn't deserve to have her personality trashed by someone who barely remembered her. "And I know Alan pretty well. He's a tool."
Jeff's brow drew into a frown and he looked like he was about to defend their mutual acquaintance. Drew saw Chris and Julie emerge from the restaurant, hands linked as they smiled and stopped to say hello to their guests on their way down to the beach.
"I need to go talk to Chris," Drew said, cutting Jeff off as he seized the opportunity to exit.
He started to follow them down to the beach, his lips curling in a smile as he watched a slim, pale figure in a bright orange bikini wave them over. Julie gave a little wave and picked up her pace.
Drew hurried too as he realized they were going to join up with Wendy.
How convenient.
Chapter 5
Wendy settled back into her lounge chair and went about making sure every patch of skin exposed to the sun was covered in SPF 50. She'd learned the hard way at Julie's wedding five years ago that her fair skin and British Isles ancestry was no match for the strong Caribbean sun.
Still, she adored the sensation of basking in the sun, feeling the warmth on her skin, and she was determined to soak up at least a couple of hours before she retreated to a shady spot to go over the legal briefs she needed to review before she flew home tomorrow.
"Hey!"
Wendy looked up, grinning as Julie plopped herself onto the lounge chair next to her. She shed an aqua blue cover up the exact color of her eyes to reveal a body that was petite and enviably tight despite having given birth to an eight pound baby within the last two years.
Julie held out her hand, and Wendy automatically handed her the sunscreen so she could give herself a protective coat.
"We missed you last night!" Julie said.
Wendy shrugged, hoping Julie couldn't see the blush creeping up her cheeks. "I told you, I was a little wasted from the flight."
"Since when do you let something like jet lag get in the way of a party?"
Since I decided to see what it would be like to let Drew Walker fuck me five ways to Sunday. "Work's been a bitch," Wendy said with a shrug.
"What else is new?" Julie said, and even though her eyes were hidden by the lenses of her aviators, Wendy knew they were rolling back in her head. "Are you seeing anyone?"
Before she could answer, she caught a glimpse of him coming down the stairs that led to the beach. Talking with Chris as they jogged the last few steps, Drew was dressed in a pair of dark blue board shorts and a faded grey t-shirt. High fashion it wasn't, but with the soft cotton of the shirt clinging to the muscles of his chest, reminding her of the masculine perfection that lay underneath, he looked good enough to eat.
He saw her in that exact moment, his step hitching in the soft
"I didn't see her, but then again it was kind of dark and pretty crowded."
"I think she left early," Drew said, as though he hadn't tracked her every move from the moment she set foot on the island yesterday morning.
"She's a lot cuter than Alan's wife," Amelia said, turning her attention back to Wendy's retreating form, analyzing her in the way women measure each other. One thin brow arched above the frame of her sunglasses. "Must not have a great personality."
Drew watched the floppy green brim of Wendy's hat disappear down the steps. "No, more like Alan wasn't even close to man enough for her." He mentally kicked himself. Since when was it his business to defend Wendy's reputation, especially since up until last night she'd treated him with all the warmth of an ice sculpture.
Amelia held up her hands. "Oh, no offense, I don't even know her—"
Drew held up a hand. "None taken. We're friends, that's all," Friends? his inner skeptic scoffed. Not exactly, he conceded , but it sounded better than fuck buddy. Either way she didn't deserve to have her personality trashed by someone who barely remembered her. "And I know Alan pretty well. He's a tool."
Jeff's brow drew into a frown and he looked like he was about to defend their mutual acquaintance. Drew saw Chris and Julie emerge from the restaurant, hands linked as they smiled and stopped to say hello to their guests on their way down to the beach.
"I need to go talk to Chris," Drew said, cutting Jeff off as he seized the opportunity to exit.
He started to follow them down to the beach, his lips curling in a smile as he watched a slim, pale figure in a bright orange bikini wave them over. Julie gave a little wave and picked up her pace.
Drew hurried too as he realized they were going to join up with Wendy.
How convenient.
Chapter 5
Wendy settled back into her lounge chair and went about making sure every patch of skin exposed to the sun was covered in SPF 50. She'd learned the hard way at Julie's wedding five years ago that her fair skin and British Isles ancestry was no match for the strong Caribbean sun.
Still, she adored the sensation of basking in the sun, feeling the warmth on her skin, and she was determined to soak up at least a couple of hours before she retreated to a shady spot to go over the legal briefs she needed to review before she flew home tomorrow.
"Hey!"
Wendy looked up, grinning as Julie plopped herself onto the lounge chair next to her. She shed an aqua blue cover up the exact color of her eyes to reveal a body that was petite and enviably tight despite having given birth to an eight pound baby within the last two years.
Julie held out her hand, and Wendy automatically handed her the sunscreen so she could give herself a protective coat.
"We missed you last night!" Julie said.
Wendy shrugged, hoping Julie couldn't see the blush creeping up her cheeks. "I told you, I was a little wasted from the flight."
"Since when do you let something like jet lag get in the way of a party?"
Since I decided to see what it would be like to let Drew Walker fuck me five ways to Sunday. "Work's been a bitch," Wendy said with a shrug.
"What else is new?" Julie said, and even though her eyes were hidden by the lenses of her aviators, Wendy knew they were rolling back in her head. "Are you seeing anyone?"
Before she could answer, she caught a glimpse of him coming down the stairs that led to the beach. Talking with Chris as they jogged the last few steps, Drew was dressed in a pair of dark blue board shorts and a faded grey t-shirt. High fashion it wasn't, but with the soft cotton of the shirt clinging to the muscles of his chest, reminding her of the masculine perfection that lay underneath, he looked good enough to eat.
He saw her in that exact moment, his step hitching in the soft
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