Cancun: Bad Boys on the Beach: A Standalone Romance Novel (7 page)

Her boyfriend, Aaron, charges into the place right past her and heads to the bar. He nods at me as he passes and I just stare back. He’s a piece of shit. I can tell his type immediately. He acts like he’s a gift from God but deep down inside he’s an insecure little fuck who knows that he ain’t worth shit. Tanya doesn’t belong with him and I’m determined to show her that. And I only have a week to do it.

Let the games begin.

Tanya finally catches my eye and looks away flustered. I start counting and don’t even reach five before she looks my way again. I give her a little wink and her suntanned face turns a shade redder. I love doing that.

“Hey, cuz!” Lucas says, wrapping his drunken arm around me. “I’m so touched that you made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I say to him. And it’s the truth. I’ve always loved my little cousin Lucas, as goofy and nerdy as he is. He’s got a heart that is too big for his body and he’s always thinking of everyone but himself. Megan is a really lucky girl to have him.

His eyes are half shut and the parts that are open are glazed over. Did I mention that he’s a lightweight?

“Are you having fun?” he asks, a little too drunk for the time of night. I better keep an eye on him so that he doesn’t fall in the ocean and get swept away.

“I am,” I answer. “I don’t have to ask if you’re having fun. It’s written all over your face.” His bride stumbles in looking drunker than him. She’s got a big, happy smile on her lips.

“Megan seems like a hell of a good choice,” I say. From what I’ve seen of her today, she seems like a good match for him.

“She’s the best,” he says, holding his clasped hands to his chest. “She’s my princess.”

He takes a sip of his drink and spills some on his chin. “What about you?” he asks, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“You know me,” I say with a grin. “I see different women every night.”

“You dog.” Lucas laughs and punches my arm. “You should try to settle down, though. It’s nice, being with one woman every night.

I glance over at Tanya. “I can see that.”

“Oh,” he says, standing straight like he just thought of a genius idea. “Megan has some hot friends. I can set you up.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask glancing over at Tanya. She’s laughing at something that Julie, or was it Cindy, is saying.

“Julia and Cynthia are both single,” he says, with a burp.

“What about Tanya?” I ask as Lucas takes a long sip of his drink.

Lucas shakes his head as he bites down on an ice cube. “She’s with my buddy Aaron. Off limits.”

“We’ll see,” I say under my breath.

Megan announces that it’s time to head over for dinner. She reserved a long table for the twenty or so people in the wedding group.

“Come sit beside me for dinner,” Lucas says, clutching my arm. “I want to hear all about your new tattoo shop.”

He never lets go of me as we walk the short distance to the restaurant. We chat about my bar and the new tattoo shop that I just opened as I keep an eye on Tanya, who’s walking ahead of me.

I catch Lucas a couple of times as he trips on his flip flops and almost takes a nosedive to the tiled ground. He’s had a few too many.

We pass a light post with a bush full of beautiful red flowers in bloom planted in the garden at the base. I snatch off a large flower as I keep an eye on Tanya’s ass. She’s so hot and that dress drapes down her curves in a dick-hardening way.

I glance over my shoulder when I hear my cousin Stephanie’s annoying laugh. Tanya’s shitty little boyfriend is all over her. They’re walking a little too close, getting a little too comfortable. I know what’s behind his eyes. He’s going to fuck her the first second that he can.

My cousin Stephanie has always been like that. I think she’s doing it to piss Tanya off. She’s always fucking with other girls and playing mind games. The product of an all-girls, private Catholic school.

The restaurant is an Italian theme with pictures of the crumbling Colosseum, the leaning tower of Pisa and the Sistine Chapel.
Why do they think we came to Mexico? To see a fake Italy?
It doesn’t make sense.

Tanya and her friends sit at one end of the table and Lucas pulls me to the opposite end.
Fuck.
I was really hoping to sit beside her.

“I’m starving,” Lucas says, as he plops down in his seat. I hesitate for a second and only sit down when the other wedding guests fill the chairs all around her.

“Lucas maybe you should drink some water instead of wine,” his mother, my aunt, says as she reaches across the table and flips over his empty wine glass.

“Don’t worry aunt Susan,” I whisper when Lucas is distracted with trying to unfold his napkin on his lap. “I’ll order him some grape juice in a wine glass. He won’t know the difference.”

“Thank you, Ethan,” she whispers back.

Tanya places her napkin on the table and stands up. My heart starts pumping fast as she walks away from the table and heads to the bathroom.

“Excuse me,” I say, tossing my napkin on my empty plate. “I’ll be right back.”

I slip the flower out of my pocket, smoothing out the few crumpled petals, as I rush around the restaurant to cut her off in the hallway by the bathroom.

“Oh,” Tanya says, startled, as I pop out of nowhere. The wall behind her is hiding us from our table.

She looks even better up close. Her eyes are sparkling like the ocean and she smells like aloe and perfume mixed together.

“You look spectacular,” I say looking her up and down slowly, taking her all in. “Shakespeare in his prime couldn’t describe how beautiful you look right now so I’m not even going to try. Just know that right now you’re the most breath taking girl in the whole world.”

I touch her wrist lightly and gently kiss her on the cheek, letting my lips linger an extra second or two longer than when friends kiss.

“Look, Ethan-”

I put my index finger to her lips and the rest of her words disappear from her mouth. I slip the flower behind her ear and smile.

“I’ll see you later.” I release her wrist and head back to the table with my head swimming.

Chapter Five

Tanya

Day One

Everyone is laughing at me.

Of course, they are. I look ridiculous.

Megan and I both spin and drop backward, tapping our palms on the ground. We both almost fall over but somehow manage to get back up. This synchronized dance to the Backstreet Boys was way easier when we were agile twelve-year-olds.

Fourteen years later and I still remember every move.

Megan and I strut towards each other on the empty dance floor of the discotheque as everyone in the large circle cheers us on. Time for the Matrix. I pull out two imaginary guns from my waist and fire imaginary bullets at her. She bends backward waving her hands in the air slowly like Neo when he dodges the bullets in the first Matrix movie.

Ethan is watching with a grin on his face. His eyes are glued to me.

Megan almost falls onto the floor but gets up with a complete lack of grace. Stephanie storms off from the circle to the DJ booth and grabs the mic right before our big finale.

Megan grins drunkenly at me from across the dance floor. When Nick starts singing his part she’s going to sprint at me and I have to lift her in the air like Patrick Swayze lifts Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing. This move worked about a fifth of the time when we were twelve and Megan weighed ninety pounds. Now, I give this a one percent chance of working. But we can’t let the crowd down.

I see her moving her lips, counting down, three, two-

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” Stephanie asks into the mic as the music cuts, ruining our glorious little moment. This chick can’t go five minutes without anyone paying attention to her.

Megan’s shoulders drop as she turns to her fraud of a maid of honor. It’s probably better this way. Nobody wants to limp down the aisle in a cast.

“I have a little present for our bride,” she says. She whispers something to the DJ. He nods and turns to his laptop. “Remember this one Megan? Karaoke and cocktails. Always a dangerous combination.”

The cheesy music to The Wind Beneath My Wings starts to play over the speakers and Stephanie closes her eyes, swaying side to side in her black dress that’s way too tight and short for her slutty body.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“Whoa whoa whoa,” she sings way off-key over Bette Midler’s voice. She continues butchering the song and I have a sudden need to leave the club before I puke up my dinner on the dance floor.

I touch over my ear to see if the flower is still there, it is, before heading outside. I take one last look, hoping to see the crowd throwing rotten tomatoes at Stephanie but I see Megan standing in front of her instead, dancing as her new best friend sings to her way off pitch.

The air is cool tonight and it feels nice on my hot skin. The breeze is blowing through the palm trees making them tickle each other and the stunning lit up pool is visible in the distance. I sit on the curb and watch the people pass. A young couple walks by holding the hand of a cute toddler. They nod and smile at me as they walk. It’s a really nice resort. I just wish I was here on better terms.

“I’ve heard cats being tortured that sound better,” a deep, raspy voice says behind me. Ethan walks up and sits down next to me on the curb.

“I know, right?” I ask. “I thought I was the only one.”

“No,” he says, stretching his muscular legs out. “Everyone is either drunk or just being polite.”

He makes me laugh. “Has she always been like this?”

“Unfortunately,” he says. “Why do you think I moved to Chicago?”

“Is that where you live?” I ask, playing dumb as if I hadn’t sent Julia with a written list of questions to ask Megan about him.

“Mm-hm.”

“So what do you do in the City of Brotherly Love?” I ask.

“That’s Philly,” he says, chuckling.

“Oh right.”
Shit
.

“I own a bar and I just opened up a tattoo shop,” he says.

“Do you do tattoos?”

“Sometimes,” he says. “But not as much as I’d like to. It takes a lot of time to run the shop.”

“I’d love to see some of your work,” I say, wondering what his style is like. “I’ve never met a tattoo artist before.”

He lifts up his sleeve on his left arm. His biceps are huge and look as hard as the curb under my ass. “Right here.”

“Did you do that?” I ask, looking at the intricate tattoo of a dragon on his skin.

“My first tattoo is under that,” he says with a smile. “I used to practice on my arms but they were really bad so I got my friend Tito to cover them up.”

My eyes linger on the contours of his tricep and the sheer size of his arms. I could wrap my index fingers and thumbs around it and they wouldn’t be able to touch each other.

He rolls his sleeve down and I hide my disappointment. “What do you do back home?”

I sigh. “I’m a receptionist at a pet food company.”

“Which one?” he asks.

“Doggy Donuts.” He looks at me with a blank stare. “It’s the kibble that’s shaped like donuts.”

He shrugs.

“You know the commercial,” I say. “Ain’t no buts when it comes to donuts. Your mutts will go nuts for doggy donuts!”

Oh my God. Did I just sing that?

He laughs. “Not sure. Can you sing it again?”

I stand up and do the dance that the dogs do in the commercial while I sing. Might as well own it. “Ain’t no buts when it comes to donuts. Your mutts will go nuts for doggy donuts!”

He laughs as I sit back down. “You’re making me want to get a dog just so I can buy that dog food.”

“Don’t,” I say. “It’s just ground up chicken bones and pig guts. It will take three years off your dog’s life.”

“Do you like it?” he asks.

“It’s dog food. I’ve never tasted it.”

He laughs. “The job. Do you like the job?”

I shrug. “It’s okay. It has some perks like I can play Candy Crush if there’re no calls but it has a lot of downsides to it.”

“Like what?”

“My hair always smells like dog food.”

He laughs. I can’t believe I keep making him laugh.

“Always?” he asks.

“Yup,” I admit. “Even on the weekends. I have to walk an extra three blocks on the way home to avoid a dog park.”

“Seriously?” he asks laughing.

“Unfortunately yes. They go nuts. One dog actually jumped the fence to get at me.”

“Well, mutts do go nuts for doggy donuts,” he says.

We both laugh and I can’t believe that we’re actually getting along. He’s fun to be with when he’s not talking about sex. Way more fun than Aaron has been lately.

The laughing dies off and we look at each other awkwardly. He reaches out and touches my hand with the tip of his finger. There’s electricity in his touch and it sends tingles racing through my body.

“I should go inside,” I say, pulling my hand away and feeling shy.

“No, you shouldn’t,” he answers, locking his eyes on mine.

I smile shyly. “Maybe not. But I’m going to go in anyway.”

I spend the next few hours hanging out with everyone except Ethan. I don’t know why I consciously avoid him the entire time but I do.

The club starts to empty out as the night goes on. At one point I see Stephanie and Megan at the bar with a line of shots. Stephanie is feeding her shot after shot even though she’s already beyond wasted.

This is not going to end well. Megan has a habit of passing out and there’s nothing you can do to wake her up.

I look around for help and everyone seems to be gone. Julia and Cynthia left an hour ago, Lucas, Aaron, and even Ethan have disappeared. He probably went home with some girl. I try to convince myself that I’m not jealous.

Stephanie calls the bartender over. “More shots,” she says. Megan can barely hold her head up let alone balance on the bar stool.

“I think she’s had enough,” I say to Stephanie, stepping between them.

“Come on Tanya,” she says, clearly drunk herself. “Or should I call you
Yawn
-ya?” She squeals in a loud pitch that sounds like a pig in pain.