“Sorry I couldn’t be there to see you pinned.”
Stopping, I tap my hand against Christian’s chest. “Not a big fucking deal. Don’t bring it up anymore, all right?” I say looking him in his eyes.
“Touchy subject? I know when to back off. Anyway, what are your plans for the rest of your time in Cabo until the wedding?”
An image of the woman I spent half the night with on the dance floor comes to mind.
“I can think of some things.” I don’t bother to expand on my comment out loud, but in my head, I’ve already got an array of ideas that will extend over the next three days of my vacation. And I don’t plan on spending them alone.
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Janine
“Ugh!” I groan as I’m thrust awake by the pounding on my door. For a split second I think it’s my imagination, hoping that it’s my mind playing tricks on me. But when the pounding comes again I’m confronted with the reality that thereissomebody at my hotel room door.
Rolling over, I push the satin eye mask I always wear up to my forehead.
“Coming,” I say weakly at the continued knocking. “I thought I canceled room service this morning,” I grumble. I totally believed I’d canceled my room service order once I got back to the hotel the previous night. Though my memory is a bit fuzzy from the drinks I’d consumed, I distinctly remember saying good-bye to the women I was with, as they were all leaving today, and then heading to the front desk to cancel my breakfast order. I planned to sleep in, knowing I’d have a hangover in the morning. The one time I had indulged in alcohol in my life was my twenty-first birthday and I had, as the Bostonians say, awickedhangover the next day.
My guess turned out to be true, if the roiling happening in my stomach and the headache I could feel coming on was any indication.
“Hi, I—” What I’d intended to be a quick dismissal of the breakfast delivery was quickly aborted when I was confronted with a large bottle of cold water. Confused, I raise my gaze and gasp at the sight ofhimsmirking down on me.
“Figured you’d need one of these this morning.”
“How did you—”
“Know where you were staying? You literally walked into me yesterday. Remember?”
I do remember. But I had completely forgotten that last night when he offered to walk me back to my hotel room. I move my gaze from his eyes to the bottle of water.
“How do I know that that’s not drugged?”
He points to the bottle cap. “Seal’s still intact. Besides, drugging isn’t my style.”
I bet it isn’t.This guy looks as if he could charm a snake out of its hiding spot. Which is why I should’ve shut the door right in his face.
“Whoa, you definitely need this,” he asserts when I sway a little, holding onto the door to hold me up.
I am totally hungover.
Right in front of my eyes he opens the bottle of water and holds it out to me. This time I don’t hesitate to take it from him and down almost half of the bottle right there. I lick my lips once I’ve gotten my fill.
Those honey brown eyes of his watch my mouth, and I swear I see them darken but I can’t be too sure because in a matter of a nanosecond the look is gone.
“You don’t drink much, do you, butterfly?”
I frown. “Am I that easy to read?”
“Yes.”
My heart sinks a little at the quickness of his answer. I once read in one of those women’s magazines that men like their women to be a little bit of a mystery and alluring. Then I remember I was reading that particular article in yet another attempt to change myself to get my then-boyfriend to put a ring on my finger.
“Stop thinking about him.”
The command grabs my attention and my eyes lock with his, the man at my door.
“What?”
