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for being cool about this. It was…you were…” She shut her eyes and another pained smile took her over. I’d never seen a girl look like that before. It was sad and beautiful and some strange mixture of yearning and regret.
    “I just really wish you’d been a stranger.”
    Words evaded me so I grit my teeth and nodded. Then she opened the door and walked out into the rain like nothing had happened.
    What the hell?
    I crawled back into bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to comprehend exactly what just happened. I’d just had the most amazing sex of my life and it turns out she’s my best friend’s girlfriend’s best friend. It sounded like I was a guest on a trashy daytime talk show.
    When Georgia walked up to my table at the bar and started flirting, I’d silently thanked Evan. I’d really needed a vacation when he suggested it. I’d been working a lot more ever since he took the role on The Heirs . Evan could tell I was about to melt down but he knew I’d never tell him I needed a break. So he basically shoved me out the door with a plane ticket. He told me to have a good time and when I saw her—though a hookup wasn’t on my agenda despite the location of my suite and the atmosphere of the resort—I felt lucky she’d walked up to me, of all the men at the bar.
    When she showed me her room key with that lustful look in her dark brown eyes, my brain shorted out. It took me a second to soak in the idea of her—the furthest thing from the kinds of girls I’d been with in the past. One in particular.
    When the nameless minx grabbed my dick through my jeans, I didn’t need any more time to contemplate letting go and having fun. Everything about her, from the way she’d pinned me with a look at the bar to that little jewel in her navel, made me sweat. I didn’t quite know how to wrap my head around the events of my night. Evan told me a little about his girlfriend’s best friend and the girl I’d just encountered was exactly what he’d described. Wild. Fun. Bold.
    All I intended to do tonight was have a drink and read my book while I enjoyed the humid air and the sound of the ocean in the distance. Evan knew the second he suggested I come to Desire that it wasn’t my kind of place. I wasn’t necessarily a Boy Scout (though Evan would disagree), but the idea of the hookup resort kind of put me off. It was beautiful and warm and free courtesy of my best friend, though. The last thing I expected was to be hit on at the bar. I purposefully tried not to emit a single vibe. I mean, I was hunched over classic fucking literature. I figured anyone who tried to catch my attention would have to settle for a smile and a “no thank you.”
    And then she walked up.
    What the hell was I going to do? I got it. She was the fun, wild girl looking for a fun, wild time, not a hookup with someone she knew and especially not someone to complicate things. I just didn’t know how I’d be able to look at her again without thinking of the way she rode me. I shook my head and flipped off the light. My thoughts reeled at maximum velocity—a rocky mess of blond hair and mind-blowing sex. As I forced myself into sleep as best I could, the only thing I kept thinking was how much I hoped to see her in the morning.
    ***
    The last time I took a vacation—an actual vacation, not visiting Evan on set in Miami, not accompanying him and his ex-wife, Kim, to Paris for Fashion Week—was my fourth year of university. I took the typical spring break trip with a few of my buddies, Evan not included since he was already living the glam life. We went to Santa Monica and it was a lot like Desire in some ways. The entire trip was about getting laid, getting tan, and getting drunk. Thinking about it now, it seemed so juvenile, but I knew that was a thought left in my head by someone else—someone who didn’t deserve acknowledgement on what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation.
    Lost in thoughts of spring break, trying to push aside a