Filthy Beautiful Forever(Filthy Beautiful Lies, #4)

Maybe Collins is right. I’m living in a fairytale, and it is time to grow up.

Besides, Collins and I had been best friends before, there is no reason we can’t continue that now. I’d applied for several jobs last night online. If I can land one, I’ll be able to move out of his house, soon, and we can totally do the friend thing.

I think.

Having cleared her schedule with Collins, Tatianna tunes out once more, getting lost in her phone as she nibbles on her plate of lettuce. Leaving Collins and me to silently look at one another. Leaving me to wonder why I’d been so bold as to kiss this woman’s boyfriend. I’m not that type of person. I don’t go after guys who are already taken, but then there is no other guy like Collins Drake. And I’d claimed him years ago.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Laying guilt on top of the humiliation I already feel, I’m surprised I can eat at all, but when I take a bite of my sandwich, I discover how hungry the morning’s activities have made me. It’s not bad at all for chicken salad. In fact, I manage to inhale it. Something Collins appears to enjoy watching.

Being ravenous and distracted is a poor combination, and I manage to bite my tongue. “Ouch,” I say.

Collins bursts out laughing. “Slow down, Mia. We wouldn’t want you to choke on your tongue.”

I give him a snarky smirk. But I notice that Collins isn’t eating. Darn Tatianna and her chicken fetish.

He sips his beer, quietly, and I forget about Tatianna.

I can’t help watching his lips on the beer bottle. It reminds me of how smooth his lips were as they brushed against mine, and how commanding his kiss was. His mouth was so demanding, and I loved the way he held me firmly as he took what he wanted from me. And he had wanted me at that moment, in the water. I felt it, rock hard and even bigger, so much bigger than I remembered. I get wet just thinking of how big he was, pushed up against me. At the moment I realized how hard he was for me, I wanted to slip my hand inside his swimsuit and feel him in my hands. The only thing stopping me was the fear of letting go of my iron grip around him. The only thing that was saving me from falling into the depths of the Pacific.

Collins choses that exact moment to look up and meet my eyes. His look smolders as his gaze drops from my eyes to my mouth. He’s thinking about the kiss too.

“I had fun with you in the water, Mia,” Collins says pulling me back into the present. His voice is slow and sensuous. “I haven’t done anything like that in a long time.” His eyes sparkle, and he smiles unevenly. My stomach flips as my body reacts to his words.

I lean forward on my elbows and the desire for him, for all of this, rears its head. His eyes flash on mine, and for a second, he’s wondering if I’m going to out him, and our water activities. “I don’t know how you could spend every Sunday out here and not go swimming,” I say, sweetly.

His eyes soften and I can tell he’s relieved. It feels so good to see him happy.

After lunch, Collins tells me to make myself at home before he takes his leave to go get a bit of work done.

I barely consider tanning with Tatianna. I don’t want to be the other woman, but I don’t really want to be her bestie either. Besides, I’m tired. I didn’t sleep well last night, strange bed and all, and since he told me to make myself at home, I will find a nice place to take a nap.

I go inside in search of one of the many bedrooms.

He described this as a smaller yacht, but to me it’s huge. I turn a corner expecting to find the bedrooms, but walk right into the kitchen where I find several of the staff sitting around making their own sandwiches for lunch. I’m about to apologize and turn around when I notice that they have roast beef.

“Excuse me,” I say, eyeing the roast beef. “Would you guys mind if I made myself a sandwich?”

They shrug and nod, so I step in further and help myself to bread, open the fridge to see what sort of fixings they have.

When I finish making the sandwich I halve it and put it on a plate, and head out up to the indoor seating area where I know Collins is working. I find him at his computer, deeply engaged, so much so that I’m able to set the sandwich next to him and rush out just as he looks up to see it.

“Hey,” he hollers at me.

I turn at the door. “Sorry. I couldn’t stand the thought of you working on an empty stomach.”

He meets my eyes with a meaningful look. “Thank you.” I don’t know if he’s thanking me for that kiss, or for not saying anything to Tatianna, or for the sandwich.

“You’re welcome.”

I watch with satisfaction as he takes a huge bite. “You know what I like.” I’m pretty sure he’s talking about the sandwich at the moment, but I can’t help blushing.

I nod and smile. Then head back down to find a nice place for a nap.