“Hey,” he says, handing me the bag, eyes impressively remaining above my neck.
I gesture towards the door. “You’re letting the air condi—” I start, but he’s already sliding the door shut while raising an eyebrow at me.
“I’m a freak, remember?” he says.
I nod. “How could I forget?”
He waves his hand towards my laptop and stacks of paper resting on the lounge chair by my feet. “This doesn’t look like Relaxing.”
I slam my laptop shut. “I’m done,” I announce.
He eyes me. “How long did you work for?”
“Only three hours. How about you, handsome?” I take a handful of chips and shove them in my mouth.
His mouth twitches. “I’m just taking a lunch break.” He moves to go back inside. “Need anything else?”
I gesture towards my wine and my chips. “I have a well-balanced lunch. Fruit and vegetables. I’ll go in soon to grab a book. But thanks.”
Dom chuckles and opens the door.
Well, Dom chuckles andattemptsto open the door.
He whirls towards me with wide eyes.
I heave a sigh. “Awesome.”
“It’s locked.”
“Got that.”
“We’re locked out.”
“I think that’s implied.”
He frantically pats his shorts. “I don’t have my phone. Do you?”
“Nope.”
He starts pacing, alternating between dragging his hands through his hair and jiggling the very locked door, likely making categorized lists about each way his business empires are going to collapse in the next few hours.
I, too, have made a list, but it is titledThe Best Things that Could Happen to Me on Vacation, and it only contains one item.
Trapped half-naked on a small patio with sexy Gang DILF and a cooler full of wine.
“I have a meeting in half an hour,” he tells me, as I watch him malfunction.
“Not anymore, you don’t.”
“Not helping.” He peeks over the railing, judging how far up we are on the second floor.
“You definitely won’t be able to take that meeting from the back of an ambulance,” I inform him.
“Fuck.” He continues his pacing.
“Aren’t you in charge, anyway? You can be a no show to a meeting and not owe anyone an explanation.”
“It’s still not ideal.”
