Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,31

and enjoy this vacation.”

“Agreed.”

“How about we check out the rest of the resort?” I ask.

“Perfect! Let’s get our swimsuits on and go!”

Misha’s bathing suit shows off every curve of her stunning body, and I’m doing everything in my power to not get an erection while sitting on the beach. I’m not the only guy to notice either. There aren’t many English-speaking tourists here, but I can tell from the way they’re gawking at her that they’re appreciative of her figure.

By the time we arrived on the beach, the cabanas by the ocean had all been claimed. Misha and I found two unoccupied lounge chairs and set ourselves up near the ocean’s edge. Misha’s lying on her stomach on her chair, reading a book called The Friend Zone by Nicole Strycharz. I hope to God she’s not trying to give me a hint.

“Is it any good?”

She lifts her sunglasses on top of her head and smiles. “The book? It’s so good. This is the second book in the series, and I brought two more with me for the trip. She’s such a great author.”

“I thought maybe you’d picked that book on purpose to give me a hint to back off.”

She looks over my shirtless chest and back to my face. “I wouldn’t have invited you here if I were friend-zoning you.”

“No?”

“No. I also wouldn’t have picked this bikini to wear.” She bites her lip to keep from smiling and puts her glasses back on. “I’ve seen you looking at my ass, Jake. There’s no friend zone here.”

“You’re a tease.” A grin spreads across my face. “How can I not look when it’s there? It’s gorgeous.”

She leans over to me, and just as she’s about to reply, her phone starts ringing. “It’s Drew. I messaged him to call me about the check-in.”

Great timing, Drew.

She answers the phone and puts him on speaker. “What the hell did you tell these people? They think we’re married.”

“Just hold hands in public, and they’ll never know. I knew they’d upgrade your room if I told them you just got married, so you’re welcome.”

“And what about the eventful ceremony?” Misha inquires.

“Oh … they brought that up?” Drew chuckles nervously.

“What did you say?” Misha groans.

“I told them that during the ceremony, Misha’s gay brother admitted his love for Jake, and the family got into a big fight. You all had the pastor finish the ceremony after the police left.”

“What?” Misha squeals, and I can’t stop laughing.

“Thank you for appreciating my storytelling, Jake. I’m glad someone is grateful for my imagination.”

“You’re sick.” Misha laughs.

“I am. Chicken pox suck ass. I’ve been using a spatula to itch my back,” he whines.

“You’d better not be!” Misha yells at him.

“Calm your tits, Mish. I’m fine. How’s the resort?”

“Unbelievable. It’s definitely paradise. We owe you for this,” I tell him.

“At least someone gets to have fun. Go have a great honeymoon. Enjoy it enough for me too.”

He disconnects the call, and Misha looks at me.

“My gay brother confessed his love for you, and the police were called to our wedding.”

“Sounds like quite the event. We definitely deserved that suite.”

Misha thinks about it for a moment before nodding. “I’m okay with being embarrassed for a nicer room.”

Drew still gets a spa day.

15

Misha

After a long afternoon on the beach, Jake and I retreat back to our room to clean up for dinner.

Being the gentleman that he is, he tells me to get a shower first. I rummage through my suitcase and decide to unpack while I’m at it. I have my bra and the dress I plan to wear to dinner lying on the bed, but when I unzip the compartment that I use for my panties, only a red pair of lacy panties are inside along with a white sheet of paper.

You have a tendency to overpack, so I took the liberty of assisting after you fell asleep. You did not need all those undies, girl. I added the pair that you forgot though. You’re welcome.

—Drew

P.S. When did you get those sexy little red panties? Damn!

I’m going to kill him. I have one pair of underwear for an entire week. I briefly wonder if the gift shop sells undies.

My bag is unpacked, except for the large hump in one of the pockets, and I know I didn’t put anything in there.

Damn it, Drew.

I unzip the pocket and find an economy-sized box of XXXL condoms. I gasp and cover my mouth, and of course, there is a note stuck to it.

Come on. You know he