I bristled. “Don’t reverse psychology me, William Nathaniel Adair.”
He paused with his drink hovering by his mouth. “Wow, she’s serious.”
Elspeth nodded her head. “She means business.”
In a huff, I pulled up the competition’s website on my phone and went to the sign-up page. After submitting my details, I showed them both the confirmation page asproof.
Elspeth and William silently clapped, and I attempted to bow in my stool but immediately slipped off. Luckily, William’s big arm banded across my stomach before I could collide with the floor.
William lifted me upright. “Alright, time to go.”
I clutched at his arms still wrapped around my waist. “No, wait! We have to play one game of beer pong. It was Lindsey’s favorite.”
Elspeth made her way out from behind the bar. “It’s true. We gotta.”
I stumbled my way to the Ping-Pong table on the patio while William and Elspeth followed. Call it a hunch, but I might play better drunk.
Chapter 6
William
Nairie was just as terrible at beer pong drunk as she was sober. But her alcohol-induced swagger made me smile. I’d never seen her drunk before, and I found her quite entertaining. I could see a glimmer of the carefree girl she used to be before the heavy responsibilities of pleasing her parents weighed her down.
The dress she wore hugged her every curve, accentuating her hourglass figure. Seeing her tattoo fully also didn’t help. It was beautiful and intricate, and I wanted to see what it would look like when I pounded into her from behind.
Nairie and Elspeth sang out of tune along to an Abba song streaming from the jukebox inside the pub, and I winced at their high-pitched wailing. “Alright, that’s enough, you wee banshees. Jesus.”
Elspeth scowled as Nairie continued twirling. “Come on, like you don’t have any guilty pleasures.”
“No, I don’t.”
I shot another ball directly into one of their cups.
“Oh, yes, he does!” Nairie said in a singsong voice.
I huffed, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Nairie stopped twirling and looked me dead in the eye. “I know your guilty pleasure, William.”
Why did that make my dick hard?
Elspeth giggled, and Nairie hushed her with a finger to her mouth. “Shh, shh. Everybody.”
She gathered an imaginary audience around her, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She was drunk off her ass.
“Nobody tell. But strong, complicated, tortured ex-soldier, William Adair, is aLove Islandfan.”
Elspeth’s mouth opened in shock, and I stopped laughing. “That’s a lie.”
Nairie doubled over in a fit of giggles. “It’s the truth! I caught you watching it last night. You’d think you were watching a rugby match by the way you were rooting for each couple.”
I walked up closer as Elspeth burst into a fit of laughter with Nairie. I rolled my eyes, not being able to stay mad at them for long. It was true. I loved trashy reality TV.
“And why were you creeping on me in the middle of the night, Nairie?”
Nairie stopped laughing and hiccupped, giving me a blank stare.
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Mm-hmm. Time to go, lassies.”
