The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(13)

“About what?”

“You said I need to get over being . . .” I pause while I search for the right word. “Uptight.”

“You do,” he replies.

“How do I do that?”

“Well.” He smiles as if excited that I’m asking for advice. “You need to just get on with it.”

I frown.

“Just live in the moment; don’t think. Don’t worry what anyone else is doing. Whatever makes you happy at home, just do it here . . . just because the location and settings are different, the same things bring you happiness. Your deepest inner self will appear without your possessions.”

I frown as I stare at him.

“I’m telling you, man, if you want to have a serious crack at traveling, you just need to do it.”

“Hmm . . .” I contemplate his words.

“Trust me. I’ve seen so many travelers. The ones who relax into it and take each day as it comes love the experience. The ones who compare every single thing to home go home in four to six weeks, and when they go home, they lie and tell everyone they had the best time of their lives, but the truth is they didn’t even scratch the surface. Some don’t even last six weeks—they go home earlier.”

I exhale heavily. I can’t admit that I was considering going home today after six hours.

“Hmm . . . interesting observation,” I mutter, distracted.

Get on with it.

“What relaxes you at home? What’s your favorite thing to do?” he asks.

“Sex,” I reply without hesitation.

He laughs out loud. “Well, you came to the right place.” He holds his arm out to the crowd. “This is the sex capital of the world.” He looks me up and down. “Good-looking guy like you . . . you must pull the pussy.”

And then some.

“It’s not my looks that get me laid,” I reply.

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious. The ugliest guy in the world can be attractive if he knows how to be.”

“How?”

I widen my eyes. “Deodorant.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he huffs.

“All right.” I smirk. “I’m sure your right hand feels just like big fuckable lips. You do you.”

He looks at me deadpan, and I raise my eyebrow in jest.

“Get fucked.” He sighs.

“I will be.” I chuckle as I look around. Now . . . who will it be?

The Aussie guy comes back from the bar with a tray of shots of tequila. “Jackpot.” He laughs. “Bulla is working behind the bar.”

“Bulla?” I frown. “What’s a bulla?”

“It’s a girl who likes my dick. She gives me free drinks all night.”

Dreadlocks guy laughs. “I like your dick, too, if it gets us drunk.” He picks up a shot and holds it in the air. We all take one and raise them to his. “To new friends.” He smiles.

“And deodorant,” I add.

Aussie guy spits his drink out as he laughs. “I’ll drink to that,” he splutters.

“You think I stink too?” Dreadlocks guy gasps, completely shocked.

“Real bad,” he mutters.

“What’s your names again?” I ask.

“I’m Bodie,” the Aussie guy says. He has sandy-blond hair and is tall and sinewy.

“Hey, has anyone ever told you that you sound like Chris Hemsworth?” I ask him.

“It’s the accent.” He shrugs. “Wish I had the prick’s money.”

“And wife,” I add. “She’s fucking hot.”

“I’m Basil,” dreadlocks guy replies.

“Basil?” I frown.

“That’s right.” He spits, all defensive. “You got a problem with my name?”

“Calm down.” Bodie laughs. “It is an unusual name, that’s all.”

I take another tequila from the tray and chug it down. Basil is right: I just need to get on with it. Tonight, I’ll get laid . . . and then tomorrow I’ll be relaxed and start afresh.

I look around at the crowded bar. Who will it be?

Four hours later

Teeth graze my ear. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispers in the darkness of the corner. “Back to my place.”

She has a place. I won’t need to sleep in that hellhole.

Now we’re talking.

I slide my hand down over her behind and pull her closer to my hardened cock.

What is her name again? Fuck. I need to remember this kind of shit.

She’s utterly gorgeous, long dark hair and a body to die for, athletic and shapely. She may be just what I need to unwind.

No complications, hard and fast.

“Let’s go, Christo,” she says in her sexy accent.

I smile against her lips. “Let’s.”

I’ve got a lot of stress to work off tonight. I hope you’re in the mood for pain, baby girl.

She takes my hand and leads me toward the door. I wave at Basil and Bodie on the way out, and Basil rolls his eyes in disgust and Bodie laughs.

Told you.

We walk out onto the street hand in hand, and my eyes drop down the length of her body.

She’s fucking hot, all right, wearing a skintight black skimpy dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.