Waiting for her at the table with all the drinks, Callum wassipping a cocktail. He was drop-dead gorgeous with that wavy black hair swept back, the beginning of a stubble shadowing his jaw, those blue eyes that reminded her of the ocean she loved so much. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and she couldn’t stop herself from staring at the way his veins stood out when he lifted the glass. Everything in him screamed perfection.
“Being on maid of honor duty means a lot of dancing and drinking with the bride. There are worse jobs…” she paused, grinning, letting her eyes deliberately roam him before meeting his again, “…like being an accountant.”
Callum chuckled, low and warm. “I’ve impressed you with my job, eh?”
“It impresses me that someone like you does such a boring job,” she smirked, as she called the cocktail guy and asked him for a Puerto de Indias.
“Someone like me,” he repeated, stepping closer without her noticing until he was right there, close enough that she could smell his cologne. “What kind of job should I do then?”
Alejandra pressed her lips together. Her mind went to dragon rider, knight in shining armor, alien with two dicks. I mean, her mind had definitely been corrupted by all those books she had started reading five years ago. And Callum could definitely interpret all of them with those broad shoulders and biceps she could notice even hidden under the linen shirt.
“Anything but accountanting,” she said. Maybe it wasn’t yet time to scare him away with her taste in books.
He nodded. His gaze lingered. “Surfing suits you. Have you ever thought of what other job you could be doing if you weren’t surfing?”
The barista handed her drink, and she took a sip, savoring its sweetness—the only cocktail she could drink without hating the taste of alcohol.
“Never had that thought pass through my mind,” Alejandraadmitted, which was the reason she had been spiraling in pure panic for months since she had lost her third USL title. “Surfing has always been my one and only passion. I studied at university something that could help me understand my body better to be a better surfer. It has always been surfing to me.”
“You do it pretty good, so I fear you made the right choice in your life,” he smiled. “Your body has been wiser than mine.”
Alejandra was about to ask what he meant, when Sofia called her.
“I’ll have to go back to my duties. I hope we can see each other tonight. You intrigue me,” she admitted, smiling.
She didn’t give him time to reply as she stormed back to Sofia. She needed her friend to stand on her own, because that guy was calling her very loudly.
After another hour on duty, Sofia and Ilias announced they were leaving, that the catering was going to fix everything for the following day, and asked Alejandra if she could check that everything went smoothly.
Nodding, she cursed her best friend because she seemed she had forgotten she had conceded her to fuck Callum and now was cock-blocking her with adult responsibilities. But Sofia was too wrapped in her own mind, and Alejandra couldn’t even be mad at her. It was her weekend. She deserved to be happy.
As everybody filed out into the night, heels clicking on stone, laughter fading into the dark, she checked with the catering and the wedding planner that everything was in place.
When seemingly nobody was left, she headed towards her room after wishing goodnight to Francois. Ilias had been right, that man needed a Valium.
As she turned the corner of the villa, a voice almost made her jump out of her skin. “Goodnight, Alejandra.”
Callum leaned against the wall, smoking something that smelled more of pot than tobacco.
“You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he admitted, taking a drag of his cigarette, and getting closer. “I just wanted to wish you goodnight.”
As he puffed out the smoke and stabbed the cigarette in a nearby ashtray, Callum leaned down to kiss her cheek, warm breath brushing her skin, but she wasn’t there to play small. This guy was everything she wanted for that weekend, and since fate had decided to bless her, she turned her head, and their lips crashed together.
It was immediate, hungry, like tension snapping. It didn’t take him long to recover from the brief shock. His hands cupped her face, firm, possessive, pushing her against the wall of the house, stone cool against her back.
Her fingers brushed back the hair that had fallen into his eyes, soft as silk, and she tugged just a little, feeling him groan into her mouth.
“You kiss exactly as I hoped,” he smirked, stepping slightly back just to take her in, eyes dark, chest rising fast.
“Like?” she challenged, breathless.
“Like you know what it means to be alive.”
And then he dove back into a kiss.
His hand roamed down her body, touching her skin through the cut on the ribs of the dress, fingers dipping in, teasing. He squeezed one small boob, making her gasp, and then he leaned in to whisper in her ear, voice rough, “I think I can give you something tonight. It’s not going to take that long.”
