Oh, so it was Tammy. Like she cared.
He touched her cheek. “A man has needs, and since I can’t touch you…”
He’d stick his dick in anything wearing a dress, she finished the sentence for him in her mind. Typical.
“You’re not upset, are you?” he asked.
“No,” she said in an emotionless tone.
He straightened. “How’s your cunt?”
She glared at him. “It’s fine.”
He grinned. “Did you make yourself come?”
“Yes,” she said, holding his gaze without blinking.
“Mm.” He seemed amused. “How?”
By dry humping Sean’s thigh. “It’s not something I care to discuss in public.”
“Was it explosive?”
She faked a smile. “What do you think?”
“I think we should do that sometime soon again, after we’re married.”
When hell froze over.
“Don’t stay too long,” he said, stroking her hair. “You’ll burn. Pity you can’t make it all the way to the sea. The water is refreshing. I bet it gets hot out here.”
Offering her a smirk, he took off in the direction of the beach.
Bastard.
Her insides shook with fury. Juan had made his point. What she suffered or enjoyed—everything—happened on his terms.
He could go to hell.
What she needed was a drink. Unfortunately, Sean was behind the bar. After last night, she wasn’t ready to face him. When a waiter passed, she asked him for a caipirinha, the strongest drink she could think of.
“Make it a double,” she called after him.
A short while later, the man came back with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry. The barman says madam should fetch it herself.”
She shot an angry look in Sean’s direction. “Fine.” If that was the way he wanted to play it…
She abandoned her spot in the sun and walked to the bar with a stiff back. Sean looked up from the drink he was mixing. He was shirtless, wearing only a swimsuit and the tiger eye pendant. His chest muscles bulged when he crossed his arms.
“Am I only allowed self-service now?” she asked with a humorless smile.
“I’ll gladly serve you. I just wanted to see your face.”
Nice try, but cheesy pickup lines weren’t going to work on her today. “Now that you’ve seen it, may I please have a caipirinha?”
“That’s way too strong for someone who doesn’t drink. I’ll mix you a pear martini.”
What was it with men? These men, specifically. Was Sean now making her decisions for her as well? She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind when a too-familiar voice said behind her, “I’ll have a beer, if you don’t mind.”
No.
Impossible.
It couldn’t be.
Please, don’t let it be.
She flung around. Matt stood barefoot in the sand, a duffle bag thrown over his shoulder.
Chapter 10
“Matt.” Asia froze in shock. “What are you doing here?”
He let the duffle bag drop to the ground and held out his arms. “Aren’t you going to give your brother a hug?”
“Why aren’t you in school?”
He lowered his arms to his sides. “It’s a long weekend. Don’t you remember?”
Of course it was. It was hard to keep track with what was going on in the real world. “How did you get here?”
“I asked around the harbor until I found the supply boat.” He looked mighty pleased with himself.
Pulling her hands through her hair, she said, “You shouldn’t have come.”
His face fell. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Of course, I am.” She took in his neglected appearance. He needed a haircut. In his faded blue T-shirt and frayed jeans, he looked so young. Too young. Too vulnerable. “I’m working. This isn’t a holiday for me.”
“I won’t be in the way. I can crash with you, right?”
She looked at Sean, her panic rising. Sean was watching their exchange with a grim expression.
“I’m sorry, Matt,” she said, “but you’ll have to go back.”
Her brother’s back turned rigid. Taking a wide stance, he adopted the defiant stance she knew only too well. “I’m here, and I’m not going back. It’s no big deal.”
“This is a big deal. My boss…” She glanced at Sean again. “He’s a difficult man. This is his birthday party, and it’s for guests only. I’m not sure he’ll appreciate your presence.”
A wounded expression passed across his face. “You don’t want me here.” He looked down at his clothes. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“No! This is no place for you.”
He threw his hands in the air. “Why do you always have to make an issue out of things?”
“Your sister is right,” Sean said, his voice firm.
“Who are you?” Matt asked with an air of rebellion.
“Sean Rivers. I’m a friend of your sister.”
Asia took Matt’s arm. “I’ll walk you back to the boat.” Or at least as far as the collar allowed.
He jerked from her grip. “I’m not a child.”
She propped her hands on her hips. “Then don’t act like one.”
“Thank you, Sis,” he said with narrowed eyes. “You make me feel real good about myself. Way to go.”
“Matt,” Sean said, coming around the bar. “Your sister is watching out for your best interest.”