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watch him like a stalker. What is it about a sexy man playing a guitar?
    He’s wearing a tight black shirt that clings to his perfect body. I watch his fingers dance over the strings while the guitar rests on his thigh. Even his hands are turning me on, and I have to stop myself from imagining what they would feel like against my body.
    When he tilts his head up, meeting my stare with his dark blue, almost gray eyes, it dawns on me that my mouth is still wide open. I think I see a faint smile cross his lips as he continues to sing. I pull it together and close my mouth, steadying myself so that I don’t need the wall to hold me up. He doesn’t seem surprised to see me. My presence doesn’t appear to affect him as he continues to play.
    I am glued to this spot as I assess the situation. Gorgeous Guy is sitting on the couch with three other guys. One is my host brother, and the other two—well, I know I met them last night, but I can’t remember their names. One of them is also strumming a guitar, and all four are singing. It’s a very sexy-sounding song, all in Spanish, and I’ve never heard it before. When the god with the dark blue eyes sings, his voice cuts through me. He has a direct line to the area between my legs. Images of throwing his guitar to the floor and straddling his hot body while I lick every inch of his toned, tan body race through my head.
    Wait, what the fuck is happening to me? Rational people do not react this way to someone they’ve never met, do they? I know I’ve never felt this way about a man, especially from simply being in his presence.
    I jump when Nadia speaks, “They’re really good, right?”
    Turning, I see she’s standing next to me, and I nod.
    “They get together and play all the time. They do a few gigs at bars around town, but basically, they play for fun.”
    “Who is the guy in the black shirt?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t hear the breathiness in my voice as I glance at Mr. Blue Eyes.
    “That’s Andres, and the one to his left playing guitar is Hugo.”
    Of course that’s Andres. Carlos’s warning rings in my ears.
    Hugo has longer, above the shoulder, tousled, dark blond hair and striking brown eyes. His face is covered with short stubble, and it gives him a hot bad-boy look.
    “And the shorter one on the chair next to Carlos is Julio. Carlos and I have gone to school with all those guys since we were five.”
    “Oh,” I say with unexaggerated interest.
    The guys finish the song and begin joking among themselves. Nadia walks toward them, and somehow, I make my legs follow.
    Andres speaks directly to Nadia, “Hey, we’re heading over to La Jolla. Do you and your friend want to join us?” He doesn’t even glance my way.
    “Sure.” Nadia beams. “You’re up for a trip to a bar, right, Livi?”
    “Um…yeah,” I manage to squeak out.
    Andres directs his attention back to the guys without acknowledging me.
    I return to my room and put on my favorite skinny jeans, black boots, and a black tank top. I let my hair out of the messy bun and brush it out. It’s wavy, kinky, and disheveled, but it appears almost as if I planned it. I snap a hair tie around my wrist in case I need to pull it up into a ponytail later. I reapply mascara and pink lip gloss, and then I make my way to the living room.

    The bar is located right around the corner from our street, so it’s a short walk there. Once inside, we grab a spot in the far corner and order a bucket of beer that is quickly delivered to the table. La Jolla is a simple bar with red leather bench seats and wooden tables. Music is playing, but no one is dancing.
    Hugo hands me a beer, and we start chatting. He’s a charmer and a very funny guy. I know he must be popular with the girls, especially with his creamy chocolate eyes begging to be noticed. He has a European bad-boy-rocker appeal going on, if that is such a thing. He makes sure I always have a beer in hand, and I have a feeling he has ulterior motives. Based