was a really chubby kid,” she blurted. “They used to call me—” She took another swallow of the bourbon and Coke, effectively finishing it off. “Never mind.”
Adam took the cup from her and went to the minibar to make her another. “What did they call you?”
She picked up a guide to local attractions and thumbed through it without seeming to see anything inside.
He didn’t know why he cared, but he did. “Nikki?”
“Chubba Bubba,” she said, snapping the magazine closed. She shrugged again. “Stupid, huh? Really dumb that I still think about it now, at age twenty-four. But I guess it’s still a sore spot.”
“It’s not stupid,” Adam said. He gave her the second drink. “Kids can be incredibly mean.”
“You have no idea,” she said, taking another big gulp.
He almost advised her to take it easy, but he’d already offended her once and was unwilling to repeat the offense. “Oh, I do have a good idea. I got picked on a lot in junior high.”
“Really? Why?”
He shrugged. “I was a small, nerdy kid with glasses and braces and a bad case of acne.”
Surprise crossed her face. “Yeah?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“But you’re gorgeous,” she blurted. Then blushed. Then gulped more of her drink.
It was his turn to blush. He felt color searing his face. He’d filled out, gone to a dermatologist and lost the braces by his sophomore year in high school. “Uh, thanks, I guess.” He covered his discomfort by burying his nose in his own drink.
“I embarrassed you,” Nikki said. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, I laughed at your backside,” Adam said. “So I guess we’re even, huh?”
She dimpled and leaned forward to set down her cup on the cocktail table. Her robe gaped open as she did so, and his gaze fell straight to her spectacular breasts—what his buddy Devon would call her “luscious golden Winnebagos.” The idiot.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was temporary insanity. Or maybe—
“I’d never, ever make fun of your front side,” Adam croaked, as she noticed where his gaze was fixated.
She instantly put her hands up to tug the edges of the robe together.
“Please don’t,” he asked softly.
She froze.
He tried a smile. “They’re so beautiful. Like the rest of you.”
She swallowed, hesitating. Then, blushing furiously again, she tugged the lapels of the robe open. And then, to his stunned disbelief, she removed the pasties on her nipples and let her breasts spill out to greet him.
The air went out of him so fast that his lungs almost collapsed. His mouth gaped open like a grouper’s.
D cups. Perfect, high and round and cherry-capped. Fair? No, this was incredibly unfair. Because Adam wanted to touch them in the worst way. His palms itched, he wanted them so badly. He was afraid he was going to start panting like a dog. He was crazy; he shouldn’t have brought her here. He needed to be studying for the exam on Monday. Where was his legendary hard-won focus?
“Are you okay?” Nikki asked. “Because you have a very peculiar expression on your face.”
He groaned. His woody was back with a vengeance.
“Adam?”
“Look,” he said. “Nikki, don’t take this the wrong way…but the expression on my face is lust, pure and simple. The fact is, sweetheart, that I’d like to fu—uh, screw you into next Friday.”
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