The Playboy SEAL (The Real SEAL #2)
Prologue
Tap. Tap. Tap. “Is this thing on?”
“Carina is going to be frustrated if we mess this up.”
“Greenleigh. You’re trying to blow her cover. Amateur move, Teala.”
“Oh, stop. Can you be quiet for a few seconds so I can figure this out?”
“That red light means it’s on. It’s rolling. Happy to help.”
“How do we delete? I don’t want her to hear us arguing.”
“Honey, she’s writing our story. She’s going to hear things a lot worse than us arguing. Remember?”
“Oh, god. Why did I agree to this again?”
“Because it’s a good story. And Smith was in a fucking movie. I want to be in a movie too!”
“Macs. Our love story is not Nicholas Sparks caliber.”
“ Twilight ?”
“Oh my gosh! Give me a few more seconds, please. I can’t think clearly with your questions. She wanted me to start talking about something specific.” Papers rustle.
“So, is that a no to Twilight ? Because I’d really love to bite your neck right now.”
“I’m not responding to that.”
“Lick. Fine. I want to lick your neck right now.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“Romance novel, remember? Sex. We’re going to fuck all over these pages—leak cum like overused commas on this shit.”
“No. Just no.”
“Don’t turn me down. I’m a goddamn Navy SEAL.”
Sigh. “I wish she could hear my eye roll right now. No one would believe you’re a SEAL. It’s the whole point of this.”
“Why? Because I manscape?”
“Partially.”
“Because my hair products cost more than your makeup?”
“That factors in.”
“My Gucci wallet?”
“And your collection of Armani T-shirts. Yes, Macs. Yes to all of the above.”
“Hey, I was single when I spent money on those things.”
“Ahhh. When you were single. That’s where we’re supposed to start.”
“Shit.”
Giggles. “On a shingle.”
“I can’t help the things I did before you.”
“Neither can I. That’s where we’re starting, though.”
“It’s not really the beginning. Most stories start at the beginning.”
“You’re right. It’s sort of the middle. When everything went to hell.”
“Including me.”
Scoff. “Oh, and the rest of the world? You’re so self-referential sometimes.”
“A world I’m trying to save!”
“You say potato, I say po-ta-to.”
“I’m not even going to start that conversation again.”
“Because I’m right. Now get on with it before you put Carina to sleep.”
“Greenleigh.”
“Seriously? Just go, Macs. Talk.”
“Okay. It was a dark and stormy night, and I was about to fuck shit up. I had awesome hair and big, throbbing muscles…”
“Oh, Jesus. It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it?”
“Only if you let me lick your neck.”
END RECORDING.