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never known it.
    “It is hot in here.” Stupid, lame ass thing to say. Turning back to the table, annoyed with herself, she twisted the cap on the tequila bottle hard. “But unlike you, poor sap, I have a whole suitcase full of summer clothes. Maybe I’ll just put on a sundress and make you jealous.”
    “I’ve never once wanted to wear a sundress.”
    “Ha ha.”
    “Do you have a bikini in there?” He reached around her, his bare arm brushing hers as he popped the lids off the travel mugs.
    “Yes.”
    “Black?”
    “How did you know?” she smirked, dumping a boatload of tequila into both cups.
    “Lucky guess.” He picked up the bottle of mixer, his eyes challenging her. “If you put on the bikini I’ll really be jealous.”
    “Is that right? Are you sure this isn’t just some kind of guy trick to get me almost naked?” One she didn’t really mind. The particular warm and increasingly wet sensation between her thighs had nothing to do with the overactive furnace and everything to do with wanting him on her, in her. All of the above.
    “It totally is,” he admitted. “But if we grab a towel from the bathroom it has the added benefit of making you feel like you’re on vacation.”
    She snorted. “Yeah, right. This is so far from my idea of a Caribbean cruise it’s not even funny. But if I put on a bikini I get to take off these stupid antlers.”
    “Hey, don’t hate on the antlers. They’re cute and festive. Roy said so. But yes, you can take off the antlers.”
    “Where did yours goes, by the way?” She crossed her arms and glared at him. Somehow he’d managed to ditch his tree hat without her noticing.
    “I couldn’t get my sweatshirt off with it still on.”
    “Uh-huh. Likely excuse.” But nonetheless, Blue backed up, taking in the sight of him in his jeans and socks and nothing else. After a second of digging around in her suitcase, she found her bikini and her travel bag. Time to brush her teeth, while she was at it. Dorito breath was not hot.
    “But when I come back out here, I think you need to be my pool boy.” She snapped her fingers and pointed. “A drink, please.”
    Christian’s eyes lifted from the bikini in her hand to meet her stare. “Yes, ma’am.”
    Blue strolled into the bathroom, making sure she put a little roll into her gait since she knew he was checking out her butt. Once the door was closed, she did a little victory dance. So no cruise for her, but she was going to have sex, and sometimes that was better than a vacation. Sex and a vacation would be ideal, but she was going to take what she could get, and if Christian’s biceps were any indication the getting would be good.
    When Blue opened the bathroom door, Christian had already downed half his drink, feeling very hot and thirsty. Partially from the overly warm room, but mostly from anticipation. He totally dug Blue and if he was reading the signs right—please God, let him be right—she was on board with a little horizontal shuffle.
    Not exactly how he had pictured his day going when he’d left the office today, but when Blue strolled back into the room, he almost fell to the ground in gratitude. Holy shit, she was smoking hot. As all the blood rushed from his brain south and his erection swelled to unmistakable proportions, Christian just stared at Blue. Her body was exactly as he’d pictured it, small, perky breasts and a flat stomach above lean, long legs. Legs he could perfectly picture wrapped around him.
    She had a towel over her ass and she wrapped it over her front, knotting the fabric so that he could no longer see her thighs, which was damn disappointing.
    “I have your drink ready for you,” he told her. “Like a good pool boy.”
    “Excellent.” She pulled a pretentious pose then sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs.
    He handed her the plastic mug and said, “Do I have permission to sit next to you?”
    “I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” she said breezily. “But