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right on my days off?”
    Jeanine. I can never seem to remember her name. She’s a bit flaky, way too chatty, and she’s no Audrey. I’m glad their roles aren’t reversed. If I only got to see Audrey on Mondays and Tuesdays, that would make for one long week.
    I decide to be diplomatic and not let on that I don’t care for Jeanine at all. “I’ve gotten used to having you around. It’ll be good to have you back.”
    “Well, I’m glad to hear that.” She blushes a little and I love it.
    I let my eyes drift down to her chest, then farther down. “I’m so used to seeing you in your work clothes.” She’s wearing a lightweight dress. It shows off her bronze colored shoulders, the thin straps leading down to an ample amount of cleavage.
    I see her legs every time she comes to the bungalow, but this is the first time I’m seeing them in a dress. They become less visible with every inch she gets closer to me, but my mind fixates on an image of me turning her around, lifting that dress, pulling her panties down and fucking her from behind.
    She looks down at herself, as if to remember what she’s wearing. “I wish we could wear stuff like this to work.”
    So do I , I think, but don’t say. My heart is tripping in my chest, thinking about touching her, looking at those lips of hers and wanting to feel them, taste them.
    Just as Audrey moves a little closer to me, I slip my arm around her waist and lean in to kiss her. I hadn’t planned it, hadn’t waited for the right moment. I just did it.
    Our lips touch, and… fuck , hers are softer and more delicate than I’d imagined. She moves her hand up, palm flat on my chest. It’s a quick kiss, way too quick, just our lips brushing against each other’s, and I’m instantly hard.
    “I’m sorry,” she says pulling her hand away from my chest, “I’d better get back to my friends.” She awkwardly maneuvers out of the small spot she’s been standing in. When she’s out of it, she looks over her shoulder and smiles, but it’s forced.
    “See you in the morning,” I say, but with the noise, I know she can’t hear me. I watch her walk away, those tan, muscular legs still visible for a couple of seconds in the dim light, and I instantly know what I’m going to put on the next list I give her.
     

Chapter Five
    Audrey
     
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” Stacy says when I get back to our spot at the bar, and I dread the thought that she witnessed Adam kissing me. Or me kissing him back. Whatever it was that happened—the whole thing is kind of a blur right now, and it has nothing to do with alcohol.
    “What?” I say.
    She dips her head to one side, and does this bug-eyed thing she always does. “What do you mean what ? You were talking to that guy and you come back to us ?”
    I reach for my beer—my third and also my last of the night—and nod. She didn’t see the kiss. She would have said something already.
    Stacy says, “He’s not just the hottest guy in this place, he’s the hottest guy on the island.”
    Stacy’s boyfriend, Trent, who is sitting on the other side of her, says, “I’m right here.”
    Stacy turns toward him. “Aside from you. You know that.” She turns back to me and rolls her eyes. “Who is he?”
    I quickly make up something. “Some salesman or something. Came by the office the other day.”
    Thoughts of the kiss dominate my mind, and I’m torn about whether I should have walked away like I did, or stayed there to see what happened next. A smile grows on my face, but she thinks I’m smiling for a different reason.
    “You haven’t smiled like that since Wyatt.”
    And just like that, my smile disappears.
    “See?” she says.
    “You promised.”
    “I know. Sorry.”
    Wyatt is my ex. It’s been about six months and while I’m not hung up on him, I’d rather never talk about him again, even in passing. Stacy promised me months ago that she’d stop and this is her first offense. “Strike one.”
    She looks at me