Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

thing. But when I want to get laid, I wear it. And every time I wear it, I get laid,” Morgan said.

“You are the weirdest person I know.”

“And I need to find that damn thing before we leave this island.”

“Is there a chance you left it back in the hut of whatever island boy you hopped on the other night?” I asked.

I watched her rear up as her eyes grew wide.

“Shit. There’s a chance.”

“Do you remember where he was?” I asked.

“No,” she said as her eyes wandered around the room.

“Then buy another one.”

“It’s my lucky thong, Brooke.”

“Morgan, your thong doesn’t get you laid. Shoving your tits up to your chin does.”

“I knew you wouldn't understand,” she said. “I gotta find that damn thing before we leave here.”

“It’s gone forever. He’s probably keeping it as a memento of the greatest night of his life. Now it’s his lucky thong,” I giggled.

“I see that sassy ass attitude is back,” she said. “I take it you got some writing done finally?”

“Yep. Not as much as I wanted to, but a quarter of my book is nothing to shake a stick at.”

“A little fucking jogs the creativity, I’ll make a note of that.”

I choked on my own spit as Morgan grinned at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on. You didn’t even look in the mirror before you met me for breakfast that day,” she said. “You had a hickey the size of a damn golf ball on your neck.”

I slapped my neck as I went running to the bathroom.

“Damn girl. It’s not there anymore,” Morgan said, laughing. “But your face! You should’ve seen your face.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because, good for you! Sometimes, the best way to get over someone is to get underneath someone else. Kevin’s hot. I’m glad you got yourself a little while we were here.”

“That wasn’t the source of my inspiration.”

“Uh huh. Did you drink beforehand?”

“What?” I asked.

“Before he fucked you stupid. Did you drink?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because we both know that’s how you really get rid of your writer’s block. You’ve always been that way. Drinking and some good sex. And with a quarter of your book written in a few days, I’m waiting for the nasty details.”

“Kevin wasn’t my inspiration. I’ve grown up.”