You'll give me five thousand dollars to pose for some pictures and all because you like my wavy hair and weird eyes?” I asked the two hot guys in front of me. “No,” one of the them said. “Not weird eyes. Lovely. I can’t even tell what color they are.” “They’re gray and not that enchanting.” “They’re not just gray,” he countered. “There’s some gold and a few hints of blue.” Oh brother. Where is this going? I shielded my eyes to get a better look at this gorgeous pair. The sun battered down on my caramel skin and made the beach so bright it was almost blinding when I stared in certain areas. According to the news, this was the hottest Miami summer of the year. Temperatures had remained in the hundreds. Regardless, I'd gathered all eight of my books, slung them in my crappy car, and drove down to South Beach. As anyone would assume the place was packed with women dressed in the tiniest bikinis and men draped in muscle.
