Page 80 of Decidedly Off Limits

“Yet, you went into acting instead?”

“Call it a twist of fate.…Do you want to get changed first? I can stay out here until you’re ready.”

By the time we had changed into our swim gear, Holly was waiting for us in the hallway. She was wearing a tiny green bikini, with a matching wraparound tied low on her hips. Like with everything else she wore, she looked amazing.

“Love your bikini, Kelsey,” Jillian said, walking toward us in hers—a cute, light pink top with black boy shorts accented with light pink.

Did Trent appreciate it? I had no idea. He was too busy staring at my bikini, with the aqua-blue fabric peeking through the black lace overlay. I’d bought it the other day for this trip—and for Trent’s benefit.

He swallowed hard, his gaze still on me. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed. A light frown formed between Holly’s eyebrows.

She opened her mouth but before she could say anything, Matt’s arms were around me and he pulled me in for a kiss.

Just a quick kiss. Nothing to make me weak in the knees.

But as he released me, I caught the end of Trent’s reaction…and it wasn’t a happy one. He scowled at his friend, even though his friend had just saved our asses.

Fortunately for us it wasn’t Holly this time who saw what happened. Unfortunately for Trent, it was Jillian. Her elbow jabbed his stomach. Not enough to cause damage, but enough to remind Trent what was at stake.

“Where’s the hot tub?” Jillian said, laughter in her voice, although I had no idea if that was part of the act, or if she had actually enjoyed nailing Trent in the stomach.

“Follow me,” Holly said.

Jillian and Matt did exactly that. Trent lightly grabbed my wrist, holding me back. My skin tingled at his touch.

“Screw the hot tub.” His breath was hot against my ear and my knees felt a little wobbly from the sensation. “I want to take you back to your room and fuck you.”

I pressed my lips against his. “Soon. But it’ll look a little strange if my boyfriend and your girlfriend join Holly and we vanish.”

“I’m going to have to kill her husband for kissing you,” Trent growled but it was missing any real anger.

I laughed. “Her husband saved your ass.”

“How so?”

“You were so busy staring at me that you almost gave us away.”

At least he had the decency to look sheepish about it.

We quickly joined the others before Holly could realize we had disappeared. Jillian deserved an Academy Award for her role in distracting her.

We climbed into the tub, Jillian and I on either side of Holly. Except Trent forgot who his girlfriend was supposed to be and sat next to me, leaving Matt to sit next to his wife.

My heart rate picked up at the error, but the loud gurgling of the water kept anyone from hearing the thump, thump, oh fuck, thump. If Holly thought it was a little odd that Trent and Matt were sitting in the wrong spots, she didn’t say anything or give any hint of what she was thinking.

Eventually my heart rate eased, helped along by the soothing water.

We spent the next fifteen minutes relaxing in the hot water, not talking a lot at this point. Being in a fake relationship was exhausting, and I’d run out of things to say. Instead, I leaned back and stared at the stars.

“So beautiful,” I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else.

Trent’s fingers brushed against the back of my hand. Without thinking through the consequences first, I smiled at him.

“I’m tired. I think I’ll head to bed,” Jillian said, and I could’ve almost hugged her.

The rest of us agreed and headed back inside.

Jillian and I had our showers first in the two available bathrooms. While I waited for Trent to join me in my room, I blow dried my hair, then climbed into bed, naked.