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lied.
“Bullshit.”
“Okay, fine,” I said without missing a beat. “I know you’re upset about Trevor and what happened, but giving yourself liver damage and nearly getting arrested—”
“I almost got arrested!” she interrupted.
“Yeah,” I said. “You’re lucky that Roman saved the day.”
Cassie held up a hand for me to pause. “Professor Markson was there?”
I related last night’s events to her in full, save for Roman and I’s extra-sexticular activities, which I conveniently forgot to mention. Cassie was already obsessing over me hooking up with him. I didn’t need to fuel her fire.
“Shit. I’m so, so sorry, Jess. I’m being a crazy bitch about my break-up while you’re barely batting an eyelash about Brett.” She flopped down again, throwing an arm over her eyes.
“I wasn’t in love with Brett,” I confessed. I had suspected it when his proposal sent me running for the hills, but I was certain about it last night. Either Roman Markson was the rebound of the century or I wasn’t all that broken up about my ex-boyfriend.
“Why the hell did you waste so much time with him?”
“Brett was nice,” I said.
“Was he good in bed?” Cassie asked.
I measured my response. “He was adequate.”
“You wasted a year dating someone who was nice— translation: boring —and adequate in bed— translation: he had a 50% success rate .”
“Success rate?” I had a feeling I didn’t want to know, but I asked anyway.
“At making you see heaven,” she said. “I bet you are one helluva faker.”
I hardly registered her last comment, because the simple thought of sex had sent me back to last night. Cassie was right. If I’d known a man could make me feel like that in bed, things never would have gone on so long with Brett. I grabbed for my bottle of water, suddenly feeling overly hot, and took a deep swig.
“So did you nail Roman last night?” Cassie asked.
I choked on the water. Once I recovered I glared at her and picked my book back up. Cassie laughed at me as she stood up, brushing sand from her bare legs.
“I’m going in for a swim. Want to come?”
“Terrified of the ocean,” I reminded her.
“That water–” she pointed to the shore—“is as warm and calm as bathwater. At least wade in with me.”
I shook my head, and Cassie threw her hands in the air. I watched as she jogged across the scorching sand, diving into the water like she was on Baywatch , much to the delight of several men on the beach.
My beach bag vibrated, and I rummaged around until my fingers found my phone. My stomach did a giddy flip when I saw who was calling, but I hesitated before I finally decided to answer.
“Can I see you tonight?” Roman’s voice was low. A shiver ran up my spine at the urgency in his voice.
I knew I should say no.
I said yes instead.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A s orange and rose streaked across the evening sky, I searched for an excuse to leave the villa. I’d arranged to meet Roman down the beach, but I hadn’t been able to come up with a good excuse to go out. I was about to give up when Cassie jumped off the couch.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced. “I smell like sand and tequila.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I tried to keep my tone even, but it pitched up on the last word.
Cassie stared at me for a minute and then shook her head. “After that shower, I’m going to crawl into bed and watch sad movies and cry until my liver is detoxed. Want to join me?”
“While that sounds fun,” I said with a laugh, “I want to read.”
“Will you stop with the studying already?” she asked, throwing her head back as though I had wounded her.
“Not what you think.” I held up a novel. “I’m going to read for fun.”
Her eyes narrowed, trying to zoom in on the title, but I tossed it into the chair before she could. The novel was a decoy book that I’d been using for years. Whenever my friends called me out for studying too much, I
“Bullshit.”
“Okay, fine,” I said without missing a beat. “I know you’re upset about Trevor and what happened, but giving yourself liver damage and nearly getting arrested—”
“I almost got arrested!” she interrupted.
“Yeah,” I said. “You’re lucky that Roman saved the day.”
Cassie held up a hand for me to pause. “Professor Markson was there?”
I related last night’s events to her in full, save for Roman and I’s extra-sexticular activities, which I conveniently forgot to mention. Cassie was already obsessing over me hooking up with him. I didn’t need to fuel her fire.
“Shit. I’m so, so sorry, Jess. I’m being a crazy bitch about my break-up while you’re barely batting an eyelash about Brett.” She flopped down again, throwing an arm over her eyes.
“I wasn’t in love with Brett,” I confessed. I had suspected it when his proposal sent me running for the hills, but I was certain about it last night. Either Roman Markson was the rebound of the century or I wasn’t all that broken up about my ex-boyfriend.
“Why the hell did you waste so much time with him?”
“Brett was nice,” I said.
“Was he good in bed?” Cassie asked.
I measured my response. “He was adequate.”
“You wasted a year dating someone who was nice— translation: boring —and adequate in bed— translation: he had a 50% success rate .”
“Success rate?” I had a feeling I didn’t want to know, but I asked anyway.
“At making you see heaven,” she said. “I bet you are one helluva faker.”
I hardly registered her last comment, because the simple thought of sex had sent me back to last night. Cassie was right. If I’d known a man could make me feel like that in bed, things never would have gone on so long with Brett. I grabbed for my bottle of water, suddenly feeling overly hot, and took a deep swig.
“So did you nail Roman last night?” Cassie asked.
I choked on the water. Once I recovered I glared at her and picked my book back up. Cassie laughed at me as she stood up, brushing sand from her bare legs.
“I’m going in for a swim. Want to come?”
“Terrified of the ocean,” I reminded her.
“That water–” she pointed to the shore—“is as warm and calm as bathwater. At least wade in with me.”
I shook my head, and Cassie threw her hands in the air. I watched as she jogged across the scorching sand, diving into the water like she was on Baywatch , much to the delight of several men on the beach.
My beach bag vibrated, and I rummaged around until my fingers found my phone. My stomach did a giddy flip when I saw who was calling, but I hesitated before I finally decided to answer.
“Can I see you tonight?” Roman’s voice was low. A shiver ran up my spine at the urgency in his voice.
I knew I should say no.
I said yes instead.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A s orange and rose streaked across the evening sky, I searched for an excuse to leave the villa. I’d arranged to meet Roman down the beach, but I hadn’t been able to come up with a good excuse to go out. I was about to give up when Cassie jumped off the couch.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced. “I smell like sand and tequila.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I tried to keep my tone even, but it pitched up on the last word.
Cassie stared at me for a minute and then shook her head. “After that shower, I’m going to crawl into bed and watch sad movies and cry until my liver is detoxed. Want to join me?”
“While that sounds fun,” I said with a laugh, “I want to read.”
“Will you stop with the studying already?” she asked, throwing her head back as though I had wounded her.
“Not what you think.” I held up a novel. “I’m going to read for fun.”
Her eyes narrowed, trying to zoom in on the title, but I tossed it into the chair before she could. The novel was a decoy book that I’d been using for years. Whenever my friends called me out for studying too much, I
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