"Call me Ollie," I said for the sake of self-preservation. "Please. That's what everybody calls me."
My sister called me Liver, but she got away with it only because she was fourteen. No force on earth could stop a teenager from inventing insulting nicknames.
"Okay," Mara said. "Ollie."
That wasn't much better, but at least I'd averted a disaster. My dick had stopped twitching.
Until Mara stretched her arms above her head, smiled, and sighed. She flopped backward onto the mattress. "Mm, this bed is wonderful."
And then she glided her hands up and down her form-fitting dress.
Hard-on. Instant. Massive.
Shit, shit, shit.
I turned away from her, like I was about to leave. How could a woman who was terrified of naked people stretch like that right in front of me?
"You seem like you've settled in," I said, hugging the doorjamb to hide my hard-on. "I'll go make some calls to see if I can find a room for you somewhere else."
I made the mistake of glancing at her.
Mara, still lying on the bed, stretched her arms above her head again. "Thank you, Oliver."
Fuck. Would she ever stop saying my name?
I shut the door and ran out of the house.
Chapter Three
Mara
I lay there on the bed for several minutes, luxuriating in the softness of the mattress and the seclusion of this cozy little room inside this cozy little house. Curtains shielded the windows, so I couldn't see if nude people were having an orgy out there. Not that I believed they actually would do that. Ollie had told me this was a family-friendly place, and I believed him. He'd been so sweet and kind to me. Thank goodness I'd found one normal, non-nudist person to talk to at this resort.
He was cute too. And sexy.
I sat up and reached behind me to unzip my dress. Why had I worn this thing? It was tight and made it hard for me to kneel or sit down. I longed to strip it off and put on something comfy.
But I couldn't reach the zipper.
How stupid are you, Mara? Wearing a new dress for the first time when you're traveling.
When I'd bought the dress, the woman in the clothing store had helped me get out of it. Maybe that should've been a clue, but I hadn't been thinking clearly about anything. Get out of town, that's all I'd had on my mind.
I struggled to reach the zipper, contorting my arms into positions that almost hurt, but couldn't quite reach the damn thing.Shit. I flopped back onto the bed, glaring at the ceiling.
Footsteps drew my attention to the open doorway.
Ollie stopped at the threshold with two of my large suitcases and the two smaller ones in his hands, plus the other two big ones under his arms. Panting, he said, "Almost forgot your bags. They were still in the kitchen."
His gaze skimmed over me, and he licked his lips.
I sat up.
Ollie walked into the room and set my suitcases on the floor. "There you go."
He started to leave.
"Wait," I said, pushing up off the bed. "I, um... It's kind of embarrassing, but I need help."