CAUSE BABY I'M UNRAVELED

"Happy to hear that sweetheart," Wells praises running his hand over her leg. As much as he wanted to keep Juliet all to himself he knew she was part of the draw for paying customers that kept this place running. Not to mention it served as a great place to do other business dealings in coordination with his father. "Just remember who your favorite customer is yeah?" He teased tilting her chin up with his fingers before leaning in to softly press a kiss to her pouty lips. "You know I was thinking maybe we could spend a night together when you're not working at the club. Hell I'm even down to get you an extra night off just to spend it with me. A proper date." He adds in case his intentions weren't clear. "Which obviously ends with a private dance back at my place. Maybe you could even sleep over, whatcha think sweetheart?"

Hannah burst out laughing at his comment about her being speechless. The idea that Sonny, one of their biggest clients, whose career was skyrocketing, had apparently been considering asking her out for some time left her in awe. It all felt surreal, especially since she was just the receptionist, sitting at the front desk. Sure, many people called her the heart of the company. She knew everyone and everything, scheduled the most important meetings and get-togethers, and somehow managed to keep the place running smoothly. But she had never seen herself as anything more than that. "Maybe," Hannah replied with a soft smile, still feeling the warmth of the blush lingering on her cheeks. She smoothed out her dress after taking her seat and placed her handbag to her right. "Oh, there's this lovely Italian place. I'm sure you're going to love it too. Farina di Nonna, downtown." She deliberately chose a different restaurant from the one she'd originally imagined for a date, a charming little hidden gem she usually reserved for close friends and family. After giving Steven the address, she turned slightly to get a better look at Sonny, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "I'm curious now. Where would you have taken me if this hadn't been such a spontaneous thing? Where does Sonny Byrne take a girl on a date?" Hannah asked teasingly.

"That sounds good," Sonny chirped in response curious about this restaurant Hannah chose for them. There was something so naturally warm and inviting that made him yearn to be around her as much as possible. When she turned the question around onto him about where he would have taken her on a date Sonny froze. "Well uh," he stammered running a hand over the back of his neck stalling for an answer. "I mean well usually I take people out places that seem uh you know kinda showy?" He replies feeling himself cringe. "But you," he starts lightly tracing her shoulder with his finger. "I feel you wouldn't be phased by something like that considering you're kind of surrounded by that flashy aspect of things with your work. So I would rather take you some place that feels a bit more thoughtful and relaxed. You know," he pauses as a small smile comes over his features. "I'm not too sure where I would take you. Maybe that's why I haven't asked yet. I'd like to think we could do something that feels a bit... casual? But also romantic. Maybe I pick you up and we walk to a nearby farmer's market or something? See what kind of goodies we could enjoy together. I'd definitely buy you flowers if there were good ones there. That's the kind of date I would want to share with you." He finishes feeling himself a bit exposed at the honesty in his response.

Without hesitation Janae waved away the other's concerns as she took a sip of her own drink. "Chris, you have a lot going on. No reason to apologize. Honestly I'm more concerned about how you're doing considering this whole thing is quite romantic for two people not involved with each other like that." It hurt to see her childhood friend get crushed like that at the altar. When she went to comfort him the last thing she expected was be asked to join him on what was meant to be his honeymoon trip. Yet now that they're here she's glad she cane help him move forward. "How are you feeling?" She tasked turning to him more moving to push her sunglasses up into her hair wanting to give him her full attention.

Callum welcomed the other's friendly hand as he pet him through his hair. He adjusted his head, pressing his face closer towards the other's bulge. The pleasant odor of Sam's body wash he used during his shower before bed was a lovely touch. "You better be enjoying it." Callum chuckled as he gently nuzzled Sam's bulge with the bridge of his nose, now becoming a little more forward with what he was wanting to do. "What book are you reading anyway?" Callum asked as he mindlessly continued to rub his head in small circular motions against Sam's groin. He took a deeper whiff of Sam's pleasant scent, nearly purring in satisfaction.

The closer Callum's face got to his crotch the more turned on Sam became. Even as he read his book out loud it was hard to keep his voice or his hand in the other's hand steady. As he felt Calum directly tease at his bulge he stumbled over a word before starting to read again. A sudden rush of heat overcame him at how good this felt. At the question he cleared his throat he moved it aside so he could see the other. Sam lightly bit at his bottom lip lost in watching Callum for a moment before finally answering the question. "Uh, it's uh... um, fuck," he mumbles shaking his head swallowing before speaking again "It's called Skunk Works, about a secret team of engineers who made modern military aircraft. It's a really boring book for most people but I like it." A soft hum leaves him as his fingers lightly scratch Callum's scalp. "You want me to stop or keep reading?"

"I wouldn't go ahead and say I'm the famous one. So, what you're saying is that you currently only like me for my looks right now." Reyna joked, but also knew he didn't know anything about her except for their brief conversation before and after the show. Not that it mattered to her. She was confident in herself, and if she were him, she also probably would go off her looks alone. And that was fine with her. Once the door was closed to her car, Reyna turned her attention to Sonny, pushing some of her hair out of her face and laugh. "Still not used to all this attention?" She questioned and moved closer to him to the point where her knee was brushing against his. "Maybe I was afraid of what I would do if I happened to get too close to you back here."

"Oh so you're related to someone famous perhaps," Sonny questions with a raised brow. No matter how they met if he crossed paths with Reyna he would have flirted with her straight away. "Not just your looks but that's definitely what drew me in. Then you were kind and not shy about your own interest in me before we met. Who wouldn't be flattered by that?" He smiles brushing his thumb over her shoulder as she moves a bit closer to him. "Not just yet but being with someone else makes it easier to stomach." He licks his lips glancing down to her own before meeting her eyes again. "I mean something could happen but there are two things holding me back. First, I'd hate to ruin your makeup so early in the evening. Second, I'd like the first time we kiss to feel a little more special than the backseat of a car. You deserve better," he emphasizes reaching over to squeeze her knee. "I really, really do what to kiss you though. So I'm glad we're spending extra time together. I mean, I knew Paris was considered the city of love but didn't see you coming at all."

At his joke, Luke let out a laugh and shook his head. "I'm sure they would come up with some sort of cheeky pun with why we left. But they really can't kick us out for this, right?" Luke had known about past female islanders who explored each other, but would it be that much different and chaotic if it happened to be two guys? "Do you want to?" It was a risk he would take if that's what Nick wanted. In the end, Luke didn't know if he actually cared if he got booted off or not. His fingertips moved over his lower back, having to stop himself from leaning in to kiss him. "About a two hour flight. Not that bad."

For a moment Nick considered how he's taken longer flights for people he wasn't as fond of compared to Luke. "Not bad at all." He murmurs letting his hand move through the water gently brushing against the other's waist. "What if we pull our coupled up girls for a chat, tell them together... see how they react to it and go from there?" For Nick he was confident he could trust the person he was coupled up with to keep a secret. "Then we can you know, explore it a little and see what production says in response." With a shrug he grins lightly brushing his hand over Luke's abs. "If we make it part of the storyline they can't exactly get rid of us without finding something more interesting. Can't get more interesting than people who shouldn't be together be into each other." He bites down on his bottom lip before starting to back away. "I say we do it now," he winks as he moves to get out of the pool. After putting his mic back on he reaches for his water, looking around the villa. "Chloe, can I pull you for a chat?"

"No, please, don't let me stop you from reading. I promise, I'll be quiet." Callum brought his index finger to his lips, a promise that he'll keep his word and somewhat of a way to hide the devious smirk that was threatening to make an appearance on his lips. He slid onto the bed, gliding his slender frame over the soft comforter and between Sam's legs. He snaked both arms around one of Sam's thighs, pulling it into a gentle hug, as he used the opposing thigh as a pillow. His head laid just at the crook of where Sam's thigh met his hip, eyes just mere inches away from his underwear covered groin. He glanced up as he made note of the other's refrain. "Just pretend I'm not here." Callum assured, "Or you can read to me." He wouldn't mind either option, given his own agenda wouldn't be disturbed either way.

"O-oh ok," Sam whispers nervously already feeling himself squirm a little to get comfortable again watching as Callum lays his head in his lap. Already he felt himself getting aroused in this position yet he wasn't going to ask for anything. He would wait for permission before giving into those thoughts "Kind of hard to pretend you aren't there, I like it though." He smiles softly reaching to run his fingers through Callum's hair. "This okay?" He asks curiously before returning to his book slowly starting to read aloud.

She didn't want to admit she had a crush on Duke for the longest time, always making excuses to hang around his house, always wearing short skirts and small tops; it wasn't until her best friend had fallen asleep that she had decided to take her shot, walking into Duke's bedroom and boldly stating her intentions, they had made out until she had pulled his cock out of his pants, sitting on top of him and guiding him into her with a challenging invitation. "Please, don't tell me you want me to stop." She said again. "You feel so fucking good inside me. I want you to fuck me so bad, please."

If Duke doesn't like himself think about who Jo is to him it's very easy to get lost in the pleasure of it all. There was no question she was gorgeous yet this should not be happening between them. Yet it's impossible not to acknowledge how good she feels right now. Her own words echo his thoughts which makes him even more torn. "Fuck yeah it does," he admits as his hand settles on her lower back as his body pushes up into her more. The last thing he wants to be is some sort of deviant who goes after women so much younger than him. In this moment though his physical needs are overpowering his mental strength. Which is what leads him to laugh under his breath at her pleading words. "Yeah, from my point of view you're the one fucking me right now." He whispers running his hands over her thighs. "You ever been fucked by a real man sweetheart? Or just those young fucks who like to talk about how good they are but got nothin' to show for it? 'M not sure you can handle it."

"you said you wouldn't leave any marks," he murmurs, turning his neck to reveal the red and pink hickies on his skin.

"Oh shit sorry," Sam apologizes feeling himself blush as he looks over the marks he made on the other's neck. "Guess I uh got carried away the other night. Has anyone noticed them?"