Griffin shook his head. “Not likely.”
“That’s what I thought too. So then this whole weekend will have been for nothing.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, Phoebe.”
I fiddled with my thumbs. The problem wasn’t that I was uncomfortable, it was that I didn’t know how to be so close to this handsome man and not cross a line.
Oh come on. Shake yourself off, Phoebe. This truly is a huge bed.
I pressed my palms together, crossing my fingers. “The bed is enormous, Griffin. I’m sure we won’t even know the other one is in it.”
He took in a sharp breath. “I’ll know. I’ll so fucking know you’re there.”
I didn’t have any reply to that. My throat thickened as he stepped closer. Oh sweet Lord, this wasn’t helping my case. My pulse was even faster. How on Earth was this possible?
“Phoebe, are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes, of course. I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.”
He looked straight at me for a few seconds, then tilted his head, glancing at the bed. I had the distinct feeling that he was bracing himself somehow. His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath.
“All right. But if at any point you change your mind, just tell me. I’ll find an excuse, and we’ll go back to the city.”
“But it’s not fair to you, your deal.”
“Fuck the deal.” His voice was so damn sexy. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I’m not, I promise. I’ll tell you if I change my mind, but I don’t think it’s fair to ruin their weekend.”
He shook his head. “It wouldn’t ruin it. I’d ask for a car to be sent to pick us up. This isn’t an island.”
My eyes bulged.What? That’s something he could just do?I’d never heard anyone say that except in the movies.
“Thanks.” I was utterly happy that he was willing to go to any lengths to make me feel comfortable.
“How about we change and then join them downstairs?” Griffin asked.
“Good idea.” I needed to get rid of my bikini.
“I’ll change in the bathroom.”
“Sure.”
He put my suitcase and his gym bag on the desk under the window. There was no dresser here, so I assumed they never had a guest who stayed longer than a few days. Griffin took out some clothes and went into the bathroom. Before closing thedoor, he said, “I’ll take a shower too. Actually, do you want to take one?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Then I’ll go ahead. Don’t wait for me.”
“All right.”
I opened my suitcase, trying to decide what to wear. I hadn’t packed the right dresses. Most were too fancy, but after our dinner in the city, I wanted to be prepared for anything.
I took out a white beach dress, smoothing some of the wrinkles. As quickly as possible, I removed my bikini, keeping my fingers crossed that Griffin wouldn’t walk out right at that moment. I put on a white thong and bra before slipping the dress on.
Is this too casual?
Ugh, I had to stop overthinking.
