I just nod at him while Ace puts his glass down and goes to grab his bag. "I made a mess," he says, pointing at the floor, and Roberto just looks at him.
"We will come back and clean it right away." He takes out his walkie-talkie from behind him and calls someone, walking out of the room. I turn back, looking at the water, and then my eyes go to the single king-sized bed.
"Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all." I turn back around to talk to Ace and see him turning to walk to the side where the bathroom is.
"I don't know about you," he says over his shoulder, "but that water is calling my name." He walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind him, and I let out the huge breath I was keeping in.
My hand comes up to touch my face, and I wonder if maybe I'm getting a fever. "That was so weird," I voice out loud to the empty room. Walking back over to the table, I pick up the champagne and pour myself another glass when the bathroom door opens. I make the mistake of looking up, forgetting I'm pouring champagne until I hear it spilling onto the table. "Shit," I say, avoiding looking back at Ace. He steps out of the bathroom with only his bathing suit hanging low on his hips. A lot has changed since I've seen him in a bathing suit last year. One, he's a lot leaner, but his muscles are more defined. His chest is perfect, and then my eyes roam down to his abs, which are so on point it's like a washboard, and then the side has that muscle that you see in guys on the cover of those romance books. I wonder what it would feel like to bite it, my head thinks right before the right side of the brain tells me to get under control.
"Are you okay?" He laughs nervously, and all I can do is nod my head, leaning over and sipping the top to make sure I don't spill any more. "Are you coming?" He points at the water.
"Yeah," I say to his retreating back. Putting the glass down, I run to my phone.
My hands shake as I start the text to my sisters.
Me: Maybe coming here was a mistake.
Clarabella: Negative.
Me: I think I have jungle fever or something.
Presley: You can't get jungle fever from being there for two hours.
Me: I'm suffering from something. My head is all out of whack.
Clarabella: You just found out the man you were going to marry is fucking one of your friends. If your head isn't out of whack from that, I don't know what will make it be ot of whack. Drink a cocktail.
With a frustrated groan, I go to my luggage, unzipping it and opening it up. I squat down in front of it and groan when I see my clothes. "It's all fuck-me clothes." I close my eyes. When I was packing for this vacation, I decided that the skimpier the outfit, the better. I worked out like a madwoman for the past six months, and I was going to flaunt the benefits from it. I rummage through the string thongs and lingerie until I spot the most conservative bathing suit.
"It's going to be fine," I tell myself while I walk to the bathroom and undress. "It's going to be fine. It's Ace." I try to convince my brain of that as I slip my feet into the bathing suit. The bottom of the suit is white while the top is black. It's a one-piece, but the middle is a round circle, leaving my stomach and under my boobs bare. The sash that ties in the middle is held on by gold chain links. I take one look at myself and then turn to see that it's barely covering my ass. "Here goes nothing," I say, pulling open the bathroom door and walking through the villa toward the back.
I take a step out, and the hot sun hits me right away. I put my hand on my forehead, blocking the sun and looking for him. He is squatting down in the water, looking up at the sun. His hair is wet and slicked back. "Hey," I say once I get down to the last step before getting into the water. His eyes open, and he looks over at me. His mouth hangs open when he sees me. "How's the water?" I ask right before a wave comes and knocks him down.
Chapter 15
Ace
I feel the heat on my face as I look up at the sky and then hear her. "Hey." I open my eyes and look over at the dock, where the stairs are as she stands there in . . . I can't even describe what she's wearing. All I know is there is a lot of skin showing, and her under boobs are sticking out. My cock rises with just one look at her. "How's the water?" she asks, and every single word I've ever learned is gone from my vocabulary, as my mouth opens and closes and nothing comes out right before I'm hit in the head with a wave.