Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I’m not feeling well. See you tomorrow,” I call out, rushing past them.
I can hear David calling for me, but I don’t stay.
I run all the way back to my room.
And when I get back, I bypass the Hennessy to grab a handful of mini bottles of tequila. I spend the rest of the night enjoying the breeze on the balcony, drinking tequila, and staring up at the stars wondering if Camilo is flying high trying to reach them.
Chapter 22
Camilo
This resort is massive and fancy as fuck. At first, I thought they’d give me shit and wouldn’t let me in, but they let me right in without a fight. I make my way over to the front desk and smile at the clerk.
“May I help you, sir?” she asks.
“I’m looking for Sheridan Reid. Can you call her for me?”
She frowns. “Are you a guest here?”
“No, but—”
“Naked! He was naked!”
The clerk gapes at me, her eyes traveling to the café restaurant attached. I know that voice. I’d know that voice from anywhere. I tip my head at the shocked woman and then rush into the café. I find Damian, Estefania, and Sheridan all sitting at a table laughing.
God, I love Sher’s smile.
So beautiful and vibrant.
I fucking missed it.
All I can do is stare as Damian continues to tell a loud, crude story that has both women cackling until tears roll down their cheeks. I saunter over to his chair and playfully squeeze his shoulders as I lean in.
“Save me a dance, hot stuff,” I purr, my eyes locked on Sher’s.
He squeals. “My hot pilot is here! Oh em geeeee!”
Laughing, I make my way around the table to Sheridan. Her eyes widen when I grip her hand and pull her out of her seat. One of my hands threads through her silky hair and the other grabs her sexy ass. I claim her with a hot, possessive kiss that has her moaning. My dick wakes up and I kiss her like we’re the only two people at the resort.
“Camilo,” she whispers when I pull away slightly. “You’re here. How?”
I nip at her bottom lip. “They’re called planes, baby. They fly high in the sky and—”
“Smartass,” she huffs, pushing me away. Her scowl is affixed, but she can’t hide the delight she feels at seeing me again. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to see you.” I smirk. “Maybe catch a dance later with my boyfriend.”
Estefania giggles and Damian screeches.
“You heard the hottie! I’m his boyfriend!”
Sheridan rolls her eyes. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“Only thing I have to do is you.” I grin at her. “I’ve been thinking about it since the moment I let you walk away.”
“You didn’t let me do anything.” Her brows furrow. “And who says I’m going to do you? Awfully full of yourself, bird boy.”
“I see you’re still stinging with those barbs, abejita.” I rake my gaze down her front. She’s wearing a linen dress that’s starched stiff. Her hair has been straightened into its sleek, signature look. All it makes me want to do is rip her dress off and muss up her hair.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she warns. “Or else.”
“Ma’am, is this man bothering you?” the clerk asks from the café doorway.
“Yeah, he is,” Sher tattles. “But we can handle him.”
The woman shoots us a confused look before shrugging and leaving.
“How am I looking at you?” I lift a brow.
“Like you’re going to fuck me right here in front of Estefania and Damian,” Sheridan sasses.
“Can we put it to a vote?” Damian asks. “I totally vote yes.” He elbows Estefania, making her grunt. “Her vote is yes too. Now get naked, beautiful people. Papa needs to see some pilot peen!”
“It’s been put to a vote,” I say with a one-shouldered shrug. “I guess we have to.”
“I am not sleeping with you in a café!”
“So take me to your room,” I taunt with a wicked grin. “I’ll be quiet. You, on the other hand, will scream my name until I’ve wrung you of many, many orgasms.”
“Camilo!” she shrieks, her face turning red from embarrassment.
“I’m on his side, but no need to go to her room,” Damian says. He pats the table. “You can sit here, handsome. No need to escape. It’s already been put to a vote.”
“I’m trying to have a meeting with my friends.” Sheridan glowers at me.
“Brunch doesn’t count as a meeting.”
“Meeting is over,” Estefania says as she stands. “Sherrie-dan missed her handsome pilot and I have to meet with a handsome assistant upstairs.” Of course she’d be eager to bail to go spend time with her boy toy, Kyle.
Damian hugs me and then Estefania does. They do the same with Sheridan. Eventually, they leave us. Sheridan seems eager now that they’re gone.
“What now?” she asks, smoothing her palm down over her hair.
Yep, totally fucking that hair up soon.