“That’s because I’m not a bimbo and we both know that’s Leo’s type.”
“Yeah… the exact opposite of you,” he mocked. “I wonder why?”
“You’re supposed to be rubbing my back, not being a pain in my ass.”
“Well.” He glanced behind him. “You do have a nice ass.”
I nodded. “That I do.”
He smiled. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you, Miss Mila?”
“Yup.”
“That’s all right. Because one day, you’re gonna look at Leo, really look at him, and realize you’ve never been just best friends and I’m going to say I told you so.”
“Whatever. Since you’ve got everyone else all figured out, Sherlock, what is your life plan?”
“Yes. Unlike you oblivious idiots, I know exactly what I wanna do.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“You’re looking at it.”
“You mean you’re finally going to charge for sex? Considering how much sex you do have, that’s actually a smart life choice.”
“Cute.”
I smirked. “So what’s your big masterplan?”
“I told you, you’re looking at it. Laying on it.”
I gazed around. “You mean the boat? You want to own a catamaran?”
“Something like that. I want to open a business that caters to selling the dream.”
“Selling the dream? What do you mean? What dream?”
“Love.”
“Come again?”
“I mean take a look around, Mila. What do you see?”
“Ummm, people?”
“No. You see people hooking up, you see couples reconnecting, you see the dream of love. It’s been on this island the entire time we’ve been here. Why? Because everyone is on vacation and they’re here to escape from one thing or another.”
“Okay… so what does that have to do with you?”
“I want to sell the dream, have couples who need to reconnect on my catamaran. I can do this. I can cater to a couple for a week or two. Take them offshore to go fishing while the wives do exactly what you are right now, drinking like a fish and laying out in the sun as their big strong husbands catch their dinner. Then they can have moonlight dinners, they can dance under the stars. You know, sell the dream.”
“Wow, you’ve really given this a lot of thought.”
“I’m a psych major like you. I know a lot about the human mind.”
It was true, over the last four years Cain and I had a couple of classes together. He was smart, perceptive, involved in class discussions, and from what I could tell he received good grades.
Suddenly, he stared straight into my eyes and said, “I don’t believe in love, but I want to sell what my parents never had. A relationship, a connection, a desire to please one another. I’m going to sell the dream, even though I don’t believe in it.”
This whole conversation almost knocked me on my ass.
Chapter 6
—Leo—
We were sitting on the couch in my cabin. We’d been back in Tennessee for a couple of days now and reality was starting to kick in with finals right around the corner.
“Let’s watch a movie.” Mila grabbed the remote out of my hand.
“As long as it’s not another chick flick.”
“Oh, come on… how many man movies have you made me watch?”
“Not nearly as many as you’ve made me watch.”
She smiled. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a hot guy with abs.”
“That explains your horrible taste in men.”
“Seriously? Pot meet Kettle. You’re the king of shitty women.”
“Did you mean slutty women?”
“Yeah, that too.”
“Listen.” I shook my head. “I’m not the one that’s looking for love in all the wrong places.”
“Because you’re such an expert on the subject?”
“I don’t have to be an expert to know that you date fucking douchebags.”
“At least I put myself out there.”
I grinned. “I put parts of myself out there.”
“Oh, that’s big of you.”
“Did you just call my dick big?”
“Of course your big head would think that.”
“Again, with the big innuendos of my cock. I know it’s been a long time for you, Mila, but if you need me to be a good friend, I mean… I guess I could throw you a bone.” I winked at her. “A huge one.”
“How noble of you.”
“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”
“You don’t want to have sex with me.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m good right now, thanks.”
“I did not mean that as a question and you know it. Besides, I just had sex in Cancun so I’m freshly fuc—”
“I didn’t know you had sex in Cancun.”
“What? You introduced us.”
I arched an eyebrow, confused.
“John…”
“John?” I scoffed out. “The fucking douche from the party?”
“He wasn’t a douche. He’s in medical school.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that men lie to get into chick’s panties?”
“He wasn’t lying.”
“And you know this how?”
“He knew a lot about the human body.”
“The female body is my specialty too, Mila, but Grey’s Anatomy can teach a motherfucker about that as well, not to mention porn.”
“Oh my God! I’m not even referring to my body. Although, he was good in bed.”