Stormy Love (Wet & Wild 1)

They were the kinds of looks that men, looking for nothing but a good time, would give another woman.

At least with a man like Ash, she couldn't be accused of gold-digging. Or wanting him for his money. Or marrying him for convenience so she wouldn’t have to work again. She’d heard it all while engaged to James. For some reason, everyone thought she was beneath him. Somehow not good enough for the cheating asshole who apparently wanted to be beneath other women but not the one he was betrothed to.

Eris’s words echoed across her mind as she splashed some water in her face.

Kallie didn’t do rebounds. She wasn’t that kind of girl. But if she were, Ash was the perfect kind of rebound. He was nothing like James and still had all the qualities she looked for in a man. Playful. Entertaining. Humorous. Handsome. He was the perfect rebound for her if that were the kind of thing she was looking for.

But it wasn’t.

Right?

Kallie cleaned herself up before calling

the front desk and scheduling a massage. The personal chef came over to cook her some lunch while she relaxed on the porch and tried to blank her mind. But even though the massage was relaxing and the food smelled decadent, she couldn't stop thinking about that cute bartender. How his freckles moved with his smile and how his tenor voice had low baritone notes when he was talking only to her.

She closed her eyes and saw that thick head of mahogany hair between her legs.

It sent goose bumps scattering along her body as the masseuse ran her hands over her back.

Kallie tipped the masseuse and ate the beautiful lunch the chef had made. Lemon-basil salmon with garlic vegetables and homemade bread to eat by the slice or the slab. She stuffed herself full before heading back to her room, succumbing to an island nap as the breeze filtered through her window.

And still, the bartender kept popping up in her mind.

His pouty lips kissing hers. His large hands running the length of her body. His lips pressing into her neck. She saw herself straddling him in the hot tub underneath the stars and moaning into her pillow as he took her from behind. She saw him eating food off her body before eating her for dessert, and she woke up panting as sweat permeated her brow.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” she whispered to herself.

But her ringing cell phone pierced through the haze of her nasty thoughts.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Girl, are you asleep?” Eris asked.

“Taking a nap, yes.”

“Well get up and talk to me about how your first day on the island is going.”

Kallie looked outside and saw that night was falling and she gasped.

“I can’t believe I slept the day away.”

“What?” Eris asked. “You mean to tell me you did nothing but sleep?”

“No, no, no. I mean, yes. Today, yes. I did. Apparently. But I had a massage and ate the most decadent lunch I’ve ever had.”

“Have you even left the villa?”

“Briefly.”

“What did you go to?”

“I got a drink at the beachside cabana they have here,” she said.

“Oh, fun. Did you meet anyone to spend your time with?”

“You mean a rebound for me to shove between my legs?” Kallie asked.

“That’s the spirit!”