“You don’t need the phone to talk to me, Jessamine. I’m right here.” My voice is a little huskier than I anticipated but she brings the hungry side out of me.
“I’m still trying to determine if you’re dangerous or not.” There isn’t a trace of fear in her gaze.
“Like I said in California, I’m perfectly docile. I’m a safe bet.”
“And you didn’t lure me here after I turned down your dinner invitation?”
She’s teasing but I know it was a concern when she arrived. “I didn’t know who you were until Kacy asked to watch your show and I saw you walking in slow motion on my television.”
Jessamine hangs up and saunters my way.
“Well, now you’ve caught me.”
I don’t know why everything she says sounds so seductive. Oh, it’s going to be a long week.
Chapter 7
Jessamine
I’m torn in a lot of ways. The resort is beautiful, Kacy is friendly, and Cole looks so damn good it hurts. I was nervous when I pulled up and realized the guy I’ve thought about periodically for damn near a year was standing outside waiting for me to enter a resort alone. A million different scenarios floated in my mind. The paranoid part worried that this was one big plot to isolate me, however, a lot of people know where I am staying for the week.
When he stepped back and allowed Kacy to give me a quick tour, I realized I was more intrigued by him and wanted him around. I had to be sure he was who I thought he was so I excused myself and went back to the lobby to use the phone. My brain would not have rested until I was sure. I’m known to be good with faces but it was night time and I was highly upset when I met him.
I came here for a mental break but Cole keeps activating my seductive side and I need to get it under control. I’m here for a business opportunity. Still, seeing him standing there tall and fit while smirking at me is fucking with my libido.
His pale eyes discreetly roam my body as I approach. Cole has his hands in his pockets and is settled in that wide stance men seem to love. Part of me wants to climb him. I am notsure if it’s my way of looking for a distraction or if we have strong sexual chemistry.
Stopping in front of him, I fight the urge to run my hands up his chest. I catch his clean scent but keep the compliment to myself. I love when a man smells good. I also love that I have to look up to maintain eye contact.
Again, we’re caught in another staredown like our eyes were starving for the view in front of us. Let me find out he wants me.
“So you bail me out when I was freshly single and stranded just to own the place I go to clear my mind.”
“It tracks with my statement about being a safe bet.”
Something about the way he says it is somewhat calming. “Or you love a good damsel troupe.”
He laughs and the sun reflects off his bread, showing specks for red and blond. “You have yet to look like a damsel to me.”
“So you don’t enjoy being a savior?”
“Savior, no. Of assistance, yes.”
“What’s the difference to you?”
His big hand rubs his beard as he thinks. “Think of me as a bra.”
“A bra?” I repeat with a smirk.
“Yes. Bras are supportive but the breasts are the star of the show.”
“So you’re calling me a boob?” I tease.
“No. You removed yourself from an undesirable situation, I simply provided a tool for your success. Your personality made my assistant love you enough to pitch this partnership. I’m just here to sign the checks. And you recognized it was time for a break; I’m merely playing host.”
His words are surprisingly touching, giving me butterflies I don’t need.
“Byhostdoes that mean it’ll be just you and me alone with the staff all week?”
