“Why?”
“Because you’re wrapped tighter than a spring coil. And with just the right amount of pressure you’ll spring loose. You’re just waiting for the right man to crawl in between those slick thighs of yours and show you exactly who you are. You’re waiting for the right man to set you free, butterfly.”
She shifts in her chair, gaze lowered to the table as she reaches for her half empty glass of juice again. Once she swallows, she says, “Do you use this type of pick-up line with all the women you meet in foreign countries?”
“Only when the mood strikes me,” I retort, grinning.
My chest warms when her face again registers shock. I sit back and pick up my fork and knife, cutting into my omelet and taking my first bite. I’m confident before she even says anything that she’ll be spending the final three days of her vacation with me. And to be totally honest, I don’t know who is more surprised by this, her or me. I’m not the committed type, nor am I the type of spend more than a day or two with the same woman while on vacation.
“What do you have planned?” she finally questions.
A smile crests my lips. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
She shakes her head and turns fully to me. “If I’m going to give my final three days of vacation to a random man, I need to know what’s on the agenda.”
“Agenda? I bet you’re the type to plan out your entire vacation hour by hour.”
“What’s wrong with that?” The crease in her forehead displays her genuine perplexity.
I shrug and lean in, letting my gaze travel over the smooth skin covering her collarbone and chest. Slowly, I let my gaze rise to meet hers. “Nothing if you want predictability. But if you want adventure you need to be amenable to change.”
Her lips part slightly. She’s measuring her next words. “I’m new to adventure, Emanuel.”
For some reason, my name on her lips pushes my heart against my damn ribcage. Something hot stirs in my lower abdomen.
“I’m the perfect man to do some exploring with.”
“Then what’s on the agenda?” she questions again.
I let out a chuckle. “What had you had in mind for the next few days?”
I’m not all that surprised when she pulls out a planner from the over the shoulder bag she’s carrying. She lists off a glass bottom boat tour, hike of a local canyon to a waterfall, and she even scheduled in “relaxing time” by the pool or at the beach.
“The hike and boat tour can definitely be added to the agenda. But let me surprise you with a few other additions to this list.”
Her eyes narrow on me, contemplating. “You’ll have me back home by midnight?” she teases.
I shake my head. “Hell no.”
She giggles. “Okay,” she finally responds.
Her agreeance settles something in my chest. As if I’d needed it to be able to fully enjoy the rest of my time here in Cabo before my cousin’s wedding.
Chapter Three
Janine
I don’t do things on a whim. I like my life neat and orderly. I like my vacations planned down to the hour, to the minute sometimes. And that’s on the rare occasion that I do take a vacation. I’m saying all of this because the fact that I now find myself glancing around the small, glass bottom boat I’m in, all alone, looking for the man I came out here with, is beyond me.
And that’s the reason I said yes to Emanuel’s proposal. Why I agreed to giving him the next three days of my vacation. Because just looking into those honey brown eyes of his, I felt an excitement and anticipation that I hadn’t felt in years. No. Truth be told, I’d never felt it. I came to Mexico searching for an adventure, but didn’t even know it until I stared into those eyes. It feels as if I’ve reached a turning point in my life. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic but saying yes to Emanuel felt like taking a leap of faith.
“Boo!”
“Ah!” I yell and flail so damn dramatically that I nearly tip the boat over.
All I can hear behind me is his deep laughter. A sound that shouldn’t reach so deeply inside of my body that it feels as if it’s taking me over, but it does.
“That wasn’t funny!” I swat at him as he reaches the side of the boat. “You could’ve drowned.”
