“Okay… this may have been a bad idea,” Adam muttered, tugging at the straps of his bright blue bikini. He caught a guy staring at him and immediately felt self-conscious.
“What do you mean?” Caleb grinned, flipping his hair over one shoulder. “We’re the center of attention! People are actually talking to us. This is awesome!”
As if on cue, a guy sauntered over, eyes locked on Caleb’s chest. “Damn, girl, you look fine. You wanna grab a drink?”
Caleb blinked, realizing the guy hadn’t looked him in the eyes once. “Yup… I see what you mean now,” he admitted.
“Hey, twat-face! Why don’t you look at her in the eyes? She’s not a piece of meat!” snapped a sharp female voice.
They turned to see a stunning blonde woman with a perfect figure striding toward them. She gave the creep a glare before softening her expression and offering a hand. “Sorry about him. Guys can be such weirdos. I’m Emma.”
Adam and Caleb went a little giddy as they shook her hand.
“I’m Amy,” Adam said quickly, gesturing to his friend. “And this is Carly. Thanks for saving us—what a creep.”
“Yeah, total tool,” Caleb agreed, still mesmerized. Not just by her looks, but by the fact that someone this gorgeous was actually talking to them. Of course, Emma had no idea that beneath these perfect bodies were two nerds living out a fantasy.
“Come have a drink with me and my friends,” Emma said, pointing to a table full of equally stunning women in bikinis, laughing and sipping cocktails.
The rest of the night was a blur of drinks, laughter, and dancing. Adam and Caleb had the time of their lives. By the end of it, they walked home tipsy and buzzing, Emma’s number saved in their phones, already excited for the dinner party she promised to invite them to.
They loved being popular. And it was all thanks to these borrowed, beautiful bodies.
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