Face down. Hairy ass up.
Fuck. My. Life.
chapter two
. . .
Nair, for sensitive areas.
“You okay?”
Why? Why me?I don’t answer, not because I can’t, but because I’m going to pretend it’s rhetorical. I have never been so embarrassed by life. So instead, I nod my head and exorcise the mouthful of plastic leaves I managed to inhale.
Because let’s be real. What should I say?
That I’m wrapped around a plastic tree in a yellow polka-dot bikini after pervily voyeuring on two guys in a shower?
No. I should be jailed. Immediately.
And as if to add insult to injury, the moment I place my palms on the ground to push myself up to sitting, the plastic crunches and crackles, highlighting the fact that I’m on top of a fucking tree.
“Here, let me help you,” the very deep voice that’s coming closer rushes out.
Noooo.But before I can speak, I feel him reach for me, so I shriek in too high a pitch, “I’m fine,” as I cough out the last bit of leaf and brush off my lap.
Just let me die here.
The last part was supposed to stay in my head. But I guess the moment wanted to be worse because I said it out loud.
I groan.
There’s a beat of silence before the man chuckles.
“Sorry, can’t do that. If something happened to you, Moonbeam would kill me. Plus, you’re a cutie—”
Cutie?My eyes pop open.What the?Again, my mouth gets the best of me because I repeat the word with a heavy question mark. Only because I’m my worst enemy.
Another chuckle. “I said VIP.”
Of course that’s what he said.This has to be rock bottom. Please let this be the floor of hell.
But then another thought hits:He knows my sister.
Of course he does. He clearly works here.
Why else would he be in your room?
Then that last part strikes like lightning, making my head finally shoot up, brows drawn together.
“Hold on,” I snap. “Why are you letting yourself into my room? Who does that? Regardless of whether you know my sister.”
I’m so filled with fake vindication, as if my perversion is canceled out by his lack of manners, that it takes a second to hit me—he’s fucking hot.
Like hot, hot. CapitalH. Oh goodness.
All my bravado instantly goes out the window. How could it not?
This man is a work of art. And shirtless.
