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  I looked over at my friend with an odd expression on my face. “Why would I go out with him?” I asked. “I’ve just met him, Chels.”

  She shrugged and took another bite of her French fry—err, I mean chip. It was taking me quite some time to get used to some of the words they used here. Chips for example.

  “He sounds hot. I’d totally tap that, if I were you,” she said.

  “Do girls say that? I swear dudes only talk like that,” I said.

  She feigned being insulted. “Are you being sexist Tina Brown?”

  “No, Chelsea. I am not.”

  “Anyway, how did it go with Wiremu?”

  I frowned at her, wondering what she knew. “What do you mean?”

  “He came up to me yesterday, you know.” Chelsea began.

  Shit, did he tell her about my blabbing the other day?

  Screw me.

  “What did he say?” I asked, hoping that he didn’t tell her anything.

  Chelsea sighed and dropped her food back on the table. “He seemed upset yesterday. Then, he told me to mind my own business and not tell people about his history blah, blah. Whatever that means.”

  Worried, I bit my lower lip and wondered if I should tell her that I made the mistake of opening my big mouth. I felt guilty—I should feel guilty for telling on her.

  “I made a mistake the other day. A big mistake,” I began.

  “What did you do?”

  “It’s about Wiremu and his past.” I said.

  “Oh my goodness. Please tell me it’s not what I think it is,” she said.

  I nodded, guilty. “It is. Oh, I’m so sorry, Chels. I couldn’t help myself. Well, you see, I have the biggest mouth in the whole wide world, and I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Did you ask about how he doesn’t bring girls to his apartment?”

  I couldn’t trust myself to speak, so I settled up for a nod.

  “Shit.”

  “I know.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Exactly what you said before,” I answered.

  “Did he go ape on you?” Chelsea asked, not sounding annoyed or angry at all. But that was a good thing right?

  “Kind of. He got pissed at me, though. Said he doesn’t want people digging around his past and the reason why he doesn’t bring girls to his house. Kind of bizarre right?”

  She nodded. “Well, yeah. It is quite bizarre.”

  “I didn’t mean to say those words. I swear. They just came out, because I was trying to ask him a favor and—”

  Chelsea held up a hand and waved it backward. “Wait, wait. What did you say? You asked him a favor? For what?”

  Oh, fuck. That wasn’t meant to come out either.

  See what I mean? I have the biggest mouth in the entire world, and I don’t know how to control it.

  “Uh, nothing important. It was just a simple thing. Anyways, moving forward—”

  “No. Tell me about the favor thing.”

  I wasn’t getting out of this was I?

  “I propositioned him to have sex with me,” I said.

  Her eyes bulged out of their sockets, and it took a while before Chelsea could recover from her intense choking. For one brief second, I thought she was going to die right there with a potato chip stuck in her throat.

  “What?” she screeched.

  “I propositioned him to sleep with me,” I repeated.

  “What do you mean you propositioned him to sleep with you?”

  “It was the only way, okay?” I said, flinging my arms up in the air.

  “Tina, you’re not making any sense.”

  “We had a one-night stand,” I blurted out.

  “No way,” she breathed. “No effing way did you sleep with Wiremu Tone.”

  “I did,” I stated.

  “How did you get to do that? Girls are dying to be in his bed. Hell, they are dying to touch him!”

  I snorted in disbelief. “He’s not Justin Bieber or some crazy-ass famous celebrity, Chelsea.” I said, adding, “I think you’re exaggerating a little.”

  “No, no. Seriously, though. He’s one of the hottest guys in school and what makes him so wanted is his secrecy.”

  “His secrecy?” I repeated blankly.

  She nodded. “He doesn’t bring girls into his apartment remember?”

  I nodded in return. “But he brought me in.”

  “I know! Which is so weird. What is it with you that he found so exciting or interesting that he even slept with you?”

  “Lower your voice down Chelsea.” I said, trying to calm her down. “People can hear.”

  “Did he say yes?”

  “To what?” I asked.

  My friend huffed as she said, “To your proposition, silly!”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know actually. He said he’d think about it.”

  “I would have thought he’d jump right into the opportunity.”

  “I thought that, too.”

  “What do you plan on doing now?”

  “I don’t even know,” I said honestly, sighing.

  When lunch was over, we got up from the table and made our way back to our next class.

  ***

  “So, how do we do this?” I asked.

  Wiremu and I were back in his room. I was sitting on his bed, while he was seated on the carpeted floor. The TV was on and an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants was playing, his eyes glued on the screen.

  This was supposed to be a hot date, but since the man I was supposed to be making out with had his eyes glued on the TV screen, I couldn’t exactly see how this night was going to end. Whether it would be with me flat on my back with him lying on top of me, or with me walking out the door, heartbroken.

  After the last couple of weeks of knowing him, I could definitely say that I felt something deep. Deeper than what I had felt for my ex-boyfriend. It scared me, and I wasn’t exactly willing to voice my doubts to Wiremu. Not unless I wanted him to stay away and avoid me for the next couple of months.

  “Are you listening to me?” I asked, feeling slightly annoyed that he wasn’t being cooperative at all.

  “What were you saying?” he asked, never taking his eyes off of the TV.

  I huffed. “I said how do we get on with this?”

  That seemed to get his attention, because his eyes shot toward me. “With what?”

  “This thing between us. We’re supposed to be on a hot date, Wiremu,” I said.

  He shrugged, not being helpful at all. “I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one who came up with this idea. I’m just playing along.”

  I glared at him, as I said, “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”

  He grinned, his face breaking out into a smile that made him look a lot younger than his twenty-five years.

  “Nope,” he muttered and went back to watching SpongeBob.

  I didn’t want to just jump into the sex and start making out. There needed to be something in the background—something romantic to set the mood. SpongeBob’s laughter wasn’t exactly going to do it for me.

  “Can we watch something else?” I asked, as I slid off the bed to sit next to him.

  “What do you want to watch?” he asked.

  “Oh, I don’t know. Something romantic maybe?” I suggested.

  “That stuff is just for chicks, babe. And last time I checked, I’m not a chick.”

  “I didn’t say you were.”

  “Why do you want to watch something romantic, when we could just get on with the sex?” he asked.

  I made a frustrated sound and said, “Relationships don’t revolve around sex all the time, Wiremu. Some of you guys might think they do, but us women don’t. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “So, what do you think about The Notebook?”

  He rolled his eyes and said, “Not that shit please. I can’t bear having a weepy woman in my arms. I want to be panting by the end of this lesson. Or whatever you might call it since you’re the on
e who’s running the show. I’m just following along.”

  “Not The Notebook then,” I said and pushed the DVD away. “Do you have any other ideas?”

  “How about we just get right to it? I’ve got practice tomorrow morning and I have to wake up early.”

  I looked at him while he looked back at the screen. I didn’t know why he would even agree in the first place, if he didn’t want to do this with me.

  You’re the one who forced him into this Tina, a voice inside my head said.

  Oh, that’s right. I was so desperate to keep him that I stooped so low as to offering him free sex. Even though I really had no idea what to do when it came to the opposite sex. The last time we shared a passionate night, it had been heady and out of control. I didn’t know how to set up the mood, considering that watching a romantic movie was out of the question.

  “I guess we’ll just get right to it, huh?” I said.

  He shrugged like he didn’t care one way or the other.

  “If you want,” he said.

  I scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek, turning him toward me. Our eyes met. Green eyes clashing against hazel ones.

  “I’m just going to kiss you,” I said.

  “Whatever you want,” he responded.

  I closed my eyes and closed the small distance between us. Our lips met. His soft lips pressed against mine and neither one of us moved. I gathered he was trying to wait for me to set the pace. Okay, then.

  I darted the tip of my tongue out and coaxed him into opening. His lips parting immediately, waiting for my invasion as I licked and sucked his full lower lip. He groaned against me as the kiss turned hungry and deep. He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me toward him as I curled my hands around the nape of his neck.

  “You taste the same,” he murmured against my mouth.

  “You do too,” I answered.

  I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the kiss. Our tongues dueled and clashed. His tongue delving inside my upper orifice, licking the roof of my mouth as I moaned. My body softening against him, my breasts crushed against his wide chest. Before I knew what was happening he had us up and into the bed, his knees parting my legs open to accommodate his weight. I complied and waited for him to settle in, our lips never breaking apart.

  I twisted my head to the side as he pressed hot, wet kisses all over my neck. Sucking and licking my flesh until I was writhing underneath him in pleasure. I didn’t know how hard he was latching on but I hoped his kisses wouldn’t leave a set of hickeys on me. I may enjoy sex with him, but I wasn’t exactly willing to get all bruised up.

  He laid his hands on my hips and slid upward, his hands settling down on my breasts, stroking my erected nipples through my clothing. I let him explore me and touch every part of my body before peppering kisses all over my collarbone. I felt him adjust, the large bulge of his pants grinding against my skin.

  I knew that it wasn’t the right time to think about it, but I found myself pondering Chelsea’s words and how he never brought girls into his apartment but had let me in twice now.

  I broke away slightly to meet his gaze.

  “Why did you let me in?” I asked. “You told me you don’t let girls into your apartment. Why me?”

  He groaned and pulled away from me.

  “This is so not the time to ask me that.”

  “Tell me anyway,” I prodded.

  END OF BOOK 2

  The story continues :

  Doomed - New Zealand Bound Series Book 3:

  Just as things are starting to look up for her, Tina Brown finds herself torn between two men. She is unable to move forward with the mysterious Wiremu, who draws her like a magnet. Yet, whenever she looks at her windsurfing instructor, Theo, she finds adventure, yet not enough passion.

  However, with so little time left in New Zealand, Tina must face Theo’s deceit, and instead find the courage to choose the one man that makes her heart beat faster whenever he is around, although in doing so, she is breaking a promise she made herself–the promise never to become attached to anyone during her stay in New Zealand.

  Will she be able to choose the right man and let the other go? Will she be too caught up in her own past experiences and choose only herself? There is only one way to find out....

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