Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I frown and then hear her mumble something about surfers and how she’ll never work with a surfer again before she realizes she never ended the call. When I hear the beeping sound, indicating that she did hang up, I get up out of my hammock and return my laptop to my shack. The laptop was secondhand and cost less than a hundred dollars, so it’s not like anyone is going to come in and steal it.

Shauna forgets that I don’t care about money, or maybe she just doesn’t remember. As long as I can buy beer and food, I’m good. I could easily make money by flipping burgers for a few hours each day and still have plenty of time to spend most of my day surfing.

I change into swim trunks and then climb into my truck that already has my surfboard in the back.

I begin driving toward the best surfing spot on the island. Shauna never said where I was supposed to go or what the appearance was. But I know where she is talking about. And, no matter what the appearance is, I’ll need to be in swim trunks, or they will tell me what they want me to wear.

And maybe a distraction away from Sloane for a couple of hours isn’t such a bad idea. It will help me to get my thoughts in order so that I can form a plan of attack for later.

I pull up to the spot on the beach ten minutes later. And I jump out of my truck and find Shauna looking as sassy as ever in her heels and dress. She starts walking toward me, and I laugh as her heels sink in the sand.

“Are you ever going to learn to dress appropriately for the beach?” I ask her as I cock my head to one side.

She frowns. “I don’t have time for your crap today, Asher.”

“Honestly, I think you are the only person in the world who hates the beach. Most people would love to have your job and be able to hang out in Hawaii all day.”

She rolls her eyes. “Today, you are giving surf lessons.”

I frown. “Surf lessons? Really? That’s the big money-making opportunity that I was going to cost us if I didn’t show up today?”

Shauna motions to the camera crew behind her. “We are filming it for a couple of ads, and the guys are paying big bucks to have you teach them.”

I groan. “You couldn’t have at least found a group of women who needed surf lessons?”

“That’s not what we are going for. We want you to show that surfing can make any guy look cool.”

“You know women with boobs sell a lot better.”

She laughs. “It sells better to guys. But we aren’t trying to sell to guys. We are trying to sell to women. And what better way to sell to women than with a bunch of hot guys who are single?”

“Don’t you think we will come across as gay?”

She shrugs. “Maybe, but women also like knowing they can turn a hot gay guy straight. Or at least fantasize about it. It doesn’t matter. Just be hot and teach these guys how to surf. They agreed to let us film them, and they all happen to be hot as well, so lucky us.”

I frown. “I should have stayed home.”

“Then, you wouldn’t have gotten paid. Now, go teach those guys how to surf.”

She swats my ass as I walk by.

“I don’t care about the money, and I’m pretty sure that was sexual harassment!” I yell back as I jog toward the group of guys awkwardly holding surfboards at the edge of the water.

“Then, sue me!” she shouts back.

I smile.

I turn my attention to the idiots standing on the beach. “I’m Asher. I guess I’ll be teaching you how to surf today.”

A blonde guy with a short haircut and, I hate to say, a fit body sticks out his hand. “I’m Wes.”

My lips curl up just a little at the mention of his name. “Nice to meet you, Wes.”

“And these are my cousins and groomsmen, Elijah and Cody.”

I shake each of their hands.

“I’m his best man,” Elijah says.