I glance at Stranger as he says, "Hey, man, I've already bought her a drink."
Max completely ignores him. Gripping the bar between us, his other hand reaches for my current mimosa. His eyes are firm and brazen as he drains the glass.
Stranger stands up abruptly. "Are you fucking serious?"
My pulse quickens when Max slowly turns to acknowledge him—all six foot four inches of scowling Max Butcher. He makes Stranger look like a little boy. He should probably have to declare his body as a weapon like people who do karate have to do... Or something.
"This is ridiculous!" I stumble to my feet. So he doesn't want me. But he also doesn't want anyone else to have me. Fricking caveman! "I'm going for a walk."
"Put something else on," Max growls.
"Of course, I was going to." I glare at him. Never breaking his gaze, I slowly slide on my flip-flops. His eyes narrow further as I walk out onto the footpath and wander down the cobblestone street.
I half expect him to chase after me. Throw me into a stall. Force me to cover up my body. I wish the thought didn't excite me so much. Literally, as soon as I'm far enough away from the resort, I duck into a little street market and search for 'something else to put on.' But there was no way in hell Iwas going to let Max Butcher dictate my attire. Especially since I haven't heard from him in two fricking weeks.
Browsing the dresses, I take my time. I find a few I like, and the woman is all smiles as I practise my Indonesian in an attempt at bartering. Of course, I pay the original asking price anyway. Each dress only costs me five Australian dollars. The white summer dress that cuts directly across at the knee is perfect for today, so I pull it over my bathers before heading out again to explore a few spots around Ubud.
Silly little girl
Back at the villa,I find Flick, Stacey, and the boys lounging on the wicker sofas in the private alfresco. The night is balmy. I've sweated the alcohol from my system, so I feel a little more content now. Eager to meet the groom and thank him for the opportunity he's given me by letting me be a part of his wedding, I meander over to them.
I suddenly freeze when I catch sight of two beautiful girls dressed scantily. They shuffle around, clearing empty beer bottles from the tables and making eyes at the ridiculously attractive gang of Butcher boys.
Great...
Bronson twists around and winks at me. "Hey, sister Cassidy. Lovely dress. See, Maxipad, she could just about join a convent."
Max appears unfazed by the comment and my presence in general, which is fine by me because I don't want to talk to him anyway. I sit down beside Bronson. He's so welcoming and charismatic that I instantly feel accepted beside him.
"Wanna drink?" Stacey asks me, bouncing to her feet and walking over to the fridge.
"Sit down, Stacey," Xander orders. "We have serving bitches to do that."
Bronson gasps in mock horror. "Xander! Servinggoddesses. Seriously, who taught you manners?"
They all laugh and say, "Max."
"I don't mind, Xan," Stacey insists.
"Sit down. Relax," Xander says.
Shuffling to the edge of the sofa, I lean across to Clay. "Hi. I'm Cassidy. I'm-
"Our ballerina." He nods. He looks a little like Max, but with sharper features and salt and pepper hair in his beard. "I know. Aurora hasn't shut up about you."
"Try sticking your dick in her mouth. That usually works," Xander says.
Max laughs. "That's what your boyfriend told me he does with you, Xander."
I've entered boy land.
One of the serving girls passes me a beer. "Terima kasih," I say with a tight smile, trying not to scowl at her beautiful breasts, suddenly conscious of my own small ones.
"I apologise for my brothers, Cassidy." Clay smiles and leans further into his chair. He has a powerful presence. The way my throat tightens warns me to be cautious around him. "We're not heathens. They're just not always around such beautiful girls."
"Now I know that's not true," I say, crossing my legs.
Max stares at Stacey. "On the subject of beautiful girls, where are you three fucking off to on Thursday?"
