Page 5 of Brazilian Fantasy
“Fine, it’s like this. Two years ago, we all put our names in a hat and secretly drew one. I picked Piper’s name.”
I shake my head, having no idea where she’s going with this. “And?”
“And on the month of her twenty-fifth birthday, I was responsible for sending her a dossier for an epic vacation.”
“An epic vacation? You thought babysitting for me would be epic for her?”
“Well, not exactly. I knew you needed a nanny, and I figured while she was in Brazil, she could have a good time, if you know what I mean.”
“Of course, I know what a good time means. I’m not a hundred fucking years old like you think,” I say. No, I’m a twenty-something, red-blooded male who suddenly can’t stop thinking about sex—even more so now that Alyssa has told me why Piper is really here.
“Good, then introduce her to one or two of your hot guy friends. Part of the pact is that we don’t go home until we’ve had epic sex.”
“Are you serious?”
A man’s voice sounds in the background, then a slap rings in my ears. “Cut it out. I’m on the phone with my cousin,” Alyssa warns, but it’s followed by a giggle. Another man’s voice sounds, and I shake my head. I seriously do not want to know what’s going on in her bed right now.
I take a second to sort through everything she told me. “So, when you went to Antigua—”
“Yeah, I was sent here by the friend who drew my name. She was responsible for everything, right down to the clothes in my suitcase and the villa where I stayed and met the two most wonderful guys who—”
“Never mind.” I hold my hand up to stop her, even though she can’t see me. “I don’t need the details.”
“Be sure to set her up with someone who will make it epic for her, Lucas.” Another giggle, followed by another slap.
“I gotta go.”
“Have fun,” she says before the line goes dead.
Have fun? What the hell was fun? Life had been anything but after Jenny’s death. Maddie isn’t speaking, and all I do is drown myself in my work to avoid people and push down the guilt.
A swooshing sound at my door gains my attention, and I spin around to see Piper’s backside sliding past the archway.
“Piper?”
She slowly inches back, and that’s when I see her—really see her.
My dick stands up to greet her, and I nearly bite off my tongue.
Three weeks of pure torture. Yeah, that’s how this is all going to play out.
She winds a long strand of chestnut hair around her finger and shifts from one foot to the other. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. I didn’t expect anyone to be up. My system is all messed up from flying and the time change.”
“It’s fine.” I crook my finger and focus on the screen in front of me, anything to keep my eyes off the sexy, mid-thigh-length nightie hugging her curves. She obviously didn’t expect to run into me, otherwise I can’t imagine she’d be rushing around the house in something so…barely there. Then again, she wasn’t responsible for packing her own clothes.
Thank you, Alyssa.
Wait, what the fuck am I saying? I think of rain, the ocean, my backyard pool. Anything wet to help quench the flames inside me. Shit, that’s not working because now I’m thinking of other things that are wet.
Caralho.
I clear my throat. “Come on in.”
“Was that…Alyssa?”
I gesture to one of the two chairs on the other side of my desk, and when she sits, her short nightie rides up her thighs. Great. Just great. I try to look away. I really do. But I’m a man, and this woman is all kinds of sexy.
I nod. “She told me about the pact.”
