Eternally Seduced by Clarise Tan, Marian Tee, The Passionate Proofreader

footsie---”
              I tried my very, very best not to blush.
              George let out a strangled gasp.
              I so totally failed.
              “OMFG, you did that already, didn’t you? You are so bad !”
              “It’s not what you think,” I protested even as I blushed harder at his sly gaze.
              George doubled over in laughter. “Oh, you so did.” Wiping tears of amusement from his eyes, he murmured, “He likes you, Yanna. Trust me.”
              I threw myself on the bed, bouncing on my back as I did. “You don’t understand, George. Have you forgotten who he is? Alyx told me he’s the Netherlands’ #1 Playboy.”
              “So?”
              “He’s one of the Three Pussketeers.”
              “So?”
              I growled, “He can’t be serious with me, that’s so!” Peeking at George, I was shocked to see that he didn’t appear worried at all.
              “Yanna,” he said patiently, “that may all be true, but it just means one thing. You simply have to work harder to make him serious with you.”
              Easier said than done, I thought with a silent grumble as the two of us went down to the poolside half an hour later. He was Constantijin Kastein – a man who might as well have descended from Helen of Troy, with a face that could launch a freaking thousand 747s. And I was just Yanna Everleigh, a twenty-four year old hopeless romantic who had been recently introduced to the illicit pleasures of (almost) sex.
              If someone was going to do some convincing, it would no doubt be Constantijin, tempting me to forget all about my inhibitions and just give my virginity away like a freaking lottery prize.
              It wasn’t hard to spot Constantijin even with all the bare-chested men around. You just had to follow the trail of sighs, giggles, and whispers and there you had it – Constantijin, wearing a pair of black board shorts that rode sinfully low on his hips. His abs, the muscled V that tapered down under his board shorts, and the chiseled perfection of his face---
              Oh my God, if I wasn’t a die-hard virgin, I would have begged him to take me.
              Leaning against the bar, elbows propped on the counter, Constantijin scanned the area with obvious impatience. I jerked when he suddenly turned towards my direction, as if he had some sort of sixth sense when it came to my presence. It stole my heart, it really did, and it successfully eroded my No to Relationship-less Sex beliefs by another inch.
    His eyes burned bright as he stared at me from head to toe, his gaze moving ever so slowly like a visual caress that had me shivering in my modest two-piece.
    We met halfway, and Constantijin’s arm immediately curved around my waist, the possessiveness in his hold unmistakable. I was thrilled at his touch, more so when he whispered to my ear, “You look so fucking hot I want to lock you in my room so I can take you for days .”
    Same here , I thought with a secret grimace. So totally the same for me, especially with all the women around us staring at him with unconcealed lust.
    We walked towards the nearest available lounge chairs, George occupying one and Constantijin joining me on mine. As George started chatting with the guy next to him, I could feel Constantijin’s gaze follow my every movement.
    “Allow me,” he said huskily from behind when I took out a bottle of suntan lotion from my bag.
    “Constantijin.” It was a very weak protest, and we both knew it.
    He didn’t bother answering. I heard the clicking sound of the bottle’s lid being opened, the squirt of lotion being released, and then suddenly his hot hands were smearing the cream all over my back.
    Even though he was kneading the muscles in my back beautifully, like an expert massage therapist, I couldn’t make myself relax.