In the Arms of the Elite (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep, #4)

by C.M. Stunich

Windsor and Zack are still close by which is a good thing, too, because I almost lose my shit when I see Lizzie climbing into the hot tub in a tiny bikini and scooting up close to Tristan. “What is she doing?” I whisper as Windsor comes up to stand on my right side. “She’s fighting, love,” he tells me, giving me a look. “She wants him—almost desperately so.” I purse my lips and reach down to tear my dress over my head. Zayd and Zack both make shocked noises under their breath, but Windsor doesn’t seem surprised. This is ridiculous; I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m not even wearing a bathing suit under my dress, just sexy black panties and a push-up bra that I don’t even really need. Miranda insisted I wear it though. “Come on,” I tell the other boys, moving around to climb into the hot tub on Tristan’s other side. He cracks a single gray eye to look at me and then lifts his head up. “Is that a bathing suit?” The sharp tone of his voice says he doesn’t think it is one. “No.”