DOUBLE ENTENDRE I DISMISS JAX and head into the shower. Washing off all the sand and grime from the ocean water, I take extra time to shave my very tanned skin, and other parts, baby smooth. I’m still tired but feel a little spark of energy after I towel off, slather on some vanilla body sugar, and put on my lacy thong that ties on each side of my hips. I use his blow dryer and comb to straighten my hair but it turns out wavy. Looking at my reflection, my blue eyes stand out against my sun-kissed face and my lips seem redder, fuller. Then I wonder what it is with guys and, well! I don’t know how I feel about Jax wanting to go there! I mean, don’t guys care if there’s anything up there? No way. I’d have to use an enema or something if I were to consider letting him explore that part of my anatomy. I don’t know why, but my belly stirs with the idea of spending another night with Jax. The smell of Pizza has my stomach growling. I find my way into the kitchen and see he already has it cooked and cut in big slices.
