Page 27 of The Plus One

I frowned. “What rule?”

Ace leaned back against my headboard. “What happens when you want to fuck me again?”

I laughed. “That won’t happen.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

He looked entirely too confident for a man sitting naked in my bed. “Aight.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” I rolled my eyes and turned toward the bathroom, but before I made it inside, the reason I had been at Ace’s last night popped back into my head. Cancún.

I still needed a plus one. I stopped. Ace was single. Fine. He already knew Sierra and Stephen. He knew most of the wedding party. And most importantly, Markel knew him. Very fucking well. Oh, this was a terrible idea.

“Kema.” I turned around. Ace narrowed his eyes. “Why you standing there I thought you were going to shower?”

“Do you have a passport?”

His eyes closed. “Hell nah.”

I frowned. “I haven’t even asked you anything.”

“Don’t need you to. Whatever you thinking, no.”

“You don’t even know what I’m thinking.”

“I know you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I know enough to know that look means bullshit.”

I smiled. “Just hear me out.”

“No.”

“Please... It's just seven days...” Ace opened his eyes. I smiled wider. Got his ass. “You already know Sierra and Stephen. You know everybody who’s going. Your schedule is flexible because you own the bar, and the resort is already paid for. All you need is a flight.”

Ace stared at me. “You want me to go to the wedding with you?”

“As my plus one.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

“Probably because you just spent the last ten minutes telling me fucking me was a mistake.”

“That has nothing to do with Cancún.”

“It has everything to do with it.”

“No, it doesn’t. We have rules now.”

Ace laughed. “Rules?”