I don’t have the first clue what Tink might have chosen. Her favorite sports team? A geometric shape? A dragon? That would be cool as hell.
I go to the wall mirror and angle the hand-held to get a look at my new tattoo.
Moment of truth.
Holy shit. That can’t be right. I narrow my eyes, but the image remains unchanged. It’s a flamingo. A pink flamingo.
There is a large pink flamingo on my left ass cheek.
I shake my head. The guys are never going to let me live this down.
Hell, I’m not going to let me live this down.
Tink watches me, face guileless. “What do you think?”
“I think I’ve been bested by a very smart, very beautiful woman.”
And it only makes me want her more.
9
AVA
The night airkisses my skin as we approach the perimeter of the hotel. The temperature has dropped, and though there aren’t any visible stars in the sky, the moon is full and round.
Who cares about the moon when a gorgeous man wants to take you back to his hotel room?
A thrill races up my spine, and I steal a glance at Flamingo Boy. He has a nice profile. Chiseled jaw, straight nose, a Goldilocks forehead that’s just right for his strong features.
Focus, Ava.
Right. Am I actually considering his offer? For sex?
It’s ridiculous. I hardly know the man. Heck, I don’t even know his real name. Which is probably for the best. No need to complicate the issue. Not when it’s just sex.
It’s never just sex.
Not for me.
But it could be. Just this once. A wild night I’ll never forget.
If Kayla and Lexie were here right now, they’d tell me to go for it. So why am I hesitating?
Flamingo Boy’s hand brushes mine, electrifying every nerve ending in my body. Desire stirs low in my belly, and I’msuddenly very aware of how close we are. Personal space is nonexistent. The faint scent of coconut sunscreen clings to his skin, and I can feel the heat radiating off him in waves.
God, how I want to touch him. To feel his lips pressed to mine. To feel those massive hands on my body.
It’s been so long—too long—since I was intimate with a man, but it’s more than that. There’s something magnetic about Flamingo Boy, and I’m tired of resisting.
Tired of always doing the right thing.
Tired of doing what’s expected instead of what I want.
Tonight, I want to be the one who has sex with a hot stranger and damn the consequences.
“Yes.”
Flamingo Boy turns to me with a puzzled expression. “Yes, what?”
