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some of the yard work I had neglected to do. He was dirty and browning from the sun and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.
    "We don't have all day," Kit announced, forcing me to look away from Rhys's perfect body. "Let's get this shit done."
    By the time we finished and Kit and Rhys left, I had a very small window to shower and get ready. I didn't have time to blow dry my hair, so I put some products in it to keep it from frizzing out into an afro and ran into my room to put on the dress Kit picked out for me. It was a black and white polka dot halter dress that stopped just above my knees and plunged low enough to leave a little less to the imagination. I slid into a pair of red sandals with a scandalously high heel and took a look in the mirror. I looked like a pinup girl. Great.
    I didn't have time to really think about it. My doorbell rang and organized chaos ensued.
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
    The party was well under way when Rhys finally made his appearance. The women who knew him called out to him, and the women who didn't know him gawked at him. I didn't blame them. I knew him and I was gawking at him.
    When our eyes met from across the yard, I gave a small wave. His eyes quickly surveyed me from the neck down before meeting my eyes again. I winked at him before turning my attention back to the group I was chatting with.
    "You look edible," Rhys whispered in my ear a few minutes later.
    I looked over at him and smiled. "I sure hope so," I whispered back. "I would love to be eaten."
    He grinned and shook his head as if to clear it.
    "But I don't know," I said. "Maybe I'm not your flavor."
    I sauntered away from him without looking back.
    The party was awesome. There was good food, good drinks and good music. I didn't have to hop around making sure everyone had what they needed or stand behind a bar making drinks. One of my friends served drinks from behind the tiki bar and all of the food was out and accessible.
    Rhys hung around me most of the night and I flirted with him shamelessly. Nicole was there, too, vying for his attention. Sometimes he gave it to her, smiling at her and flirting a little. It didn't bother me. My confidence was on an unnatural high. Maybe it was the dress, maybe it was the drinks and atmosphere. Who cares what was behind it? I had it, and I was going to have him.
    So, I let Nicole steal all of the time Rhys was willing to give her. I often turned my attention to Adrian, one of Phil's friends that he brought along. Adrian was tall, dark, and sexy. He had a body that should never be covered up, his pecks were threatening to explode out of his shirt, and his biceps looked yummo. He looked yummo, like a milk chocolate candy bar on steroids. And his voice was deep, yet soft and seductive. Oh my.
    "Your yard looks amazing," he said, smiling at me with perfectly straight, pearly white teeth and kissable lips that he occasionally licked. "Who is your landscaper?"
    "Me," I touched my chest and smiled. "I did it."
    "Get out."
    "No, it's true. I did it all."
    "You're really talented."
    "You don't know the half of it," I flirted.
    "Maybe you can come over sometime, help me with my landscaping."
    "Sure, but you should know..." I leaned in conspiringly and he did, too. "It’s a dirty job. You'll get sweaty and dirty. You may have to take your shirt off."
    He laughed and then whispered back "I will if you will."
    We both laughed, even though it wasn't really all that funny. He didn't make me feel quite the same way Rhys did, but I was definitely feeling some heat between us.
    "So what color are you wearing under that dress?" Suddenly Rhys's lips were extremely close to my ear.
    "You'll have to find out for yourself," I whispered back and then took a long drag on my straw, sipping up too much alcohol at once. "But if you go that far, you'll have to go all the way."
    When the guests started to disperse a few hours later, and after exchanging numbers with Adrian, I trapped Rhys in a corner of the