“The whole broody male thing. That dangerous, leave-me-alone aura paired with a dark gray suit that fits like a wet dream.” She laughed at his swift glance in her direction. “No wonder none of the women dare approach you.”
He took back his martini. Damned if she didn"t set his cock twitching with every flirtatious swish of her tongue over her mouth. “You did.”
“You don"t scare me.” Leaning in, Rachel tangled her nails in his blond hair and tugged. “I"ve seen you naked, remember?”
“That was thirteen years ago.” He edged back, hoping to avoid picking up her scent on his clothes. She always smelled of coconuts and sun-warmed tanning lotion, an irresistible combination to a man who"d grown up with the Pacific practically in his backyard. “And I"ll remind you, you interrupted me in the middle of a cold shower.”
She flipped his toothpick between her fingers. “Uh-huh. Next, you"ll tell me you weren"t through puberty yet.”
Shawn was about to toss back his answer—and yeah, she"d hit the nail on the head—when a sickening thought caused his already knotted stomach to plummet.
Was that why Rachel refused to consider him as anything but buddy material? Of all the possibilities he"d entertained, her thinking he had a small penis hadn"t been on the list.
For one stony moment, he contemplated his drink. Then he slanted her a slow, measuring look. “Anytime you want to see what"s under the hood, Rach, just let me know.”
To his unending pleasure, she flushed. “No, thanks.” She cleared her throat.
“I"ll just ask one of your harem if I"m curious.”
She jerked a thumb ringed with a narrow silver band toward the opposite side of the property. Three women of varying heights with glimmering blonde hair and brightly hued minidresses stood together, avidly watching him and Rachel.
Mindy, Mandy, and Michelle. He"d enjoyed all three of them at one time or another over the past year.
“They"re friends.” Shawn shrugged and pushed away his drink. He"d be damned if he drowned his sorrows in vodka all night.
“Friends who want seconds.”
He flashed a grin. “Or thirds.”
Rachel tossed her long dark hair, and the ends whipped across his cheek, stirring her scent. And his blood. “Pig.”
She sniffed. “And you say I"m indiscriminating.”
“You are. A guy with a Rolex and a sweet car is all it takes, baby, and you know it.”
He knew she wasn"t like that at all, but he appreciated immensely the way her eyes fired with indignation. Hell, he preferred any reaction from her than conviviality.
“You have a Rolex and a sweet car.” She managed to look down her nose at him, though he was several inches taller than her five-nine. “Haven"t been there, have I?”
Unless first kisses counted, which they didn"t. Not when said first kiss occurred sixteen years ago during a round of spin the bottle. “Nah.” He went back to his drink. “Actually, I"d guess I"m one of the few guys here who hasn"t seen your breasts.”
“Wrong again, smart-ass.”
Happy not to press the point, Shawn surveyed the assembled guests. People were everywhere. Clumped together in groups on the manicured lawn, lounging on floats in the mammoth pool, draped on chaise lounges sipping mai tais. Everyone seemed to be in a party mood but him.