My throat tightens at the sight of her. She’s the embodiment of a goddess, her gold bikini sparkling in the light, her soft curls cascading down her front, covering her chest. The innocence ofit makes her all the more alluring and I can’t drag my eyes away, desperate to see what’s underneath.
“Oh, yay, you got the good stuff.” Her words jolt me as she points to a bottle of vodka beside me, and I find a smile gracing her lips when I finally look at her face.
Her gaze drops until she openly ogles my chest, and the fire in her eyes forces me back into the pool.
“If you’re making me do shots, I want it to taste good. This one’s flavoured.” I shrug because I’m not sure that makes it much better, but it’s worth a try.
“Flavored?” Jenna snaps out of her leering and rushes over, grabbing the bottle in her grasp. “Vanilla?” Her smile widens. “This is going to be fun.”
I smile back at her, but the pit in my stomach tells me I’m not as sure as she is.
But God, I hope she’s right.
My mind spins as I stare unfocused into Jenna’s dark eyes, the reflection of the moon illuminating her features. I blink a few times as I replay what she said.
I’ve had my heart trapped in my throat for the past two shots, and I’m not sure I can take it anymore.
The first few questions were tame, with the two of us throwing around easy topics like our first kiss or when we lost our virginity. But the last couple have been a little more personal—do I consider Jack and me to be friends? And have we ever liked the same girl?
Both of which were yes.
Jenna keeps her expression schooled while I think, yet there’s a glint in her eyes as she passes me a shot glass, the vodka spilling over the edge. “Your turn.”
I nod and tilt my head back, closing my eyes as the cool liquid burns my throat. I have no idea what my limit is when it comes to shots. I haven’t done anything like this since university. However, I’m not about to back down. I can’t.
When I’m finished drinking, I lower the glass slowly, opening my eyes to find her lust-filled gaze staring back.And fuck me.
If she keeps looking at me like that, I’m… No, I’m not going to do anything. No matter how badly I want to.
Before I can speak, her eyes drop to my mouth and she bites her lip, tugging the flesh between her teeth.
God. She’s been sent here to tempt me. My own personal siren. “Why don’t you like Christmas?” I blurt, instantly bringing her out of her daze.
“What?” She blinks a few times.
“Why don’t you like Christmas?” I repeat and my chest burns with regret. Talk about jumping from zero to one hundred.
“Let’s call it abandonment issues.” Jenna’s eyes narrow and she rips the shot glass from my hand, knocking back two shots in quick succession. I move to apologise until she swipes her thumb across her lip, rendering me speechless as she sucks it into her mouth.
“What were you and Jack arguing about at dinner?” she retorts, her eyes harsher than they were a few seconds ago.
“You,” I answer without thought, my brain malfunctioning.
“What? Why?” She frowns but her questions make me smile.
“Uh-uh.” I waggle my finger. “It’s my turn.”And I’d rather not get into that right now.
“Fine. Ask away.”
I gulp down another shot, ignoring the dull ache behind my eyes. “Why’d you come to Australia?” I ask, catching myself off guard.
Jenna shrugs but answers without missing a beat. “Your brother.”
“Why?”
Dammit. I wait for the grin and she delivers, right on cue. “Uh-uh. My turn.” She raises the bottle to her mouth, taking a swig, not bothering to use the glass anymore.
“Have you ever had a serious relationship?” she asks, her intense stare penetrating mine.
