‘Keep it. I’ll get another from the desk.’
‘I could have sworn…’ she trails off, patting her hair self-consciously, an attempt to regain some kind of composure.
‘You could always take me for a drink, by way of an apology?’ Ever the opportunist, I’m not prepared to let this one slip past me.
A scowl forms on her face in response.
‘Okay, I’ll buy you one, if it makes you feel better.’ I’m fighting an uphill battle with nothing to lose and everything to gain.
This alluring beauty is not one bit interested in me. Why it bothers me, I have no idea. There will be plenty more opportunities in Dublin tonight. Maybe I’m just unused to the word no.
At the risk of sounding like a complete twat, I wonder if she knows who I am, though it wouldn’t probably make a difference to a woman like her. She radiates an aura of class, every single square inch of her body screams independent and unavailable. It’s probably half the appeal – the thrill of the chase. That and those full breasts and tiny waist.
‘I’ve taken up enough of your time already.’ She turns on her heel and stalks through the archway into the main swimming pool.
Attempting not to look like a stalker, I follow her to the pool area, keeping my distance and dive into the crystal-clear water. All I wanted was a little peace, a little solitude to wind down, yet my encounter with the glaring ice queen has me more wound up than I was before. Thirty lengths aren’t enough to prevent my mind imagining the contents of that hot-pink bikini. I head back to my room for a shower before I explode with frustration.
