Free Summer's Temptation by Ashley Lynn Willis Page B

he’s running for the House of Representatives.
    “He doesn’t fuck and tell either,” she adds.
    I roll on my side so I can see if the sun has scrambled her brain. “He’s not exactly private about it. Just last week I saw him hook up with a girl.”
    “Where?”
    “At his house. He led her into his room, and thirty minutes later, she walked out bowlegged.”
    “That was at a party,” she says as if a get-together is a valid reason to publicize his liaisons.
    “So?”
    “Have you ever heard him carrying on about the girls he’s sacked?”
    I roll my eyes. “He wouldn’t brag to us. It would sort of defeat the purpose of being a player if he boasted to the herd he’s playing with. We’d all get skittish.”
    “I know. That’s why I asked Hannah to get the dirt from Dylan. According to him, Tyler never dishes about his ladies. Don’t fuck him at a party, and no one will ever know what you’re up to. ”
    “Oh, God, Liz.” The woman has everything figured out, and I haven’t even agreed to take on a fuck buddy. “You’re going a little too far.”
    “I have my motives.”
    I should have known. “Like?”
    One side of her mouth quirks up in an ornery grin. “I want to know if he’s as good a fuck as they say.”
    “Then why don’t you take him for a spin?”
    Her face screws up with disgust. “We’re neighbors. That could get awkward.”
    “But you’re willing to sacrifice me?” I poke a finger between two of her ribs and wiggle it.
    She squeals and bats my hand away. “Stop it!”
    “You stop trying to pawn me off on some random guy.”
    “Oh, come on. Tyler’s not random, and he’d be convenient. He could sneak over whenever you needed a refill. Then you could tell me all about it.” She lowers her sunglasses, and the soberness of her gaze says that she’s serious. “He’s got it all, Cassie. He’s hot, he’s next door, he’s not relationship material, and he’d be discreet about your fuck buddy status.”
    I shake my head. “Not gonna happen.”
    “Don’t shit on my idea so fast. Think about it. What would you do if Mr. Hot-As-Hell Westbrook asked you on a date?”
    “I’d so say no?” Could I sound any more wishy-washy?
    “Stop playing coy. We both know you’d turn into a whore for that man.”
    I lower my gaze to the beach towel and pick at a thread. “If you saw Mr. Westbrook, you’d know there’s no way on God’s green earth he’d be interested in me.”
    She sits up, legs crossed. “I hate Wyatt—I’d love to yank his balls off and braid them—but he’s probably one of the best looking guys on campus. You’re like a homing beacon for hot men. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Westbrook asks you out at the end of summer session.”
    My stomach twists when I think of the way he blushed when I nibbled on my lip. What if she’s right? How would I react if he asked me out? If the man’s interested in me as more than a student, I’d probably run gleefully into his arms.
    “A fuck buddy, huh?” I say, frowning.
    She smiles smugly. “The perfect defense against hot, smart dudes with English accents.”
    She opens her mouth to speak again, but the sound of revving motors carries across the water, distracting her. Determined to enjoy my day at the lake without a cloud hanging over my head, I push aside all thoughts of Mr. Westbrook and fuck buddies.
    Two motorboats with wakeboard bars pull up to the boat dock. Tyler and another guy I don’t know show up on jet skis and close in on the pier. Liz and I take this as our cue to get up and get on board before they leave us behind. We grab our stuff, load it into our beach bags, and head down the dock. Beefhead Josh ties off his boat and jumps onto the wooden planks. He strolls toward us, and as expected, his gaze goes straight to my chest. I’m positive from this day forward, he’ll never look me in the eyes again.
    Liz elbows me in the ribs. “I used to hate girls with big tits. Then I met you, and I’m