“How’d I do?” he asks, pulling on an extremely ugly floral shirt one of his assistants hands him.
Pulling off my reading glasses, I give him a saccharine smile while saying, “I will not stroke your ego, Mr.Grant.”
“Nah,” he says, bending to my ear. “You’re better at stroking everything else.”
Snorting, I push him away so I can stand, grabbing my bag when he gives me some space. “Where to next, Mr.Grant?”
After we leave the beach, we go back to the villa and shower so Menace can wash the excess oil from his body. I help clean him up and Menace dicks me down against the shower wall for my troubles.
He fucks like a god and if all it takes is to get a little messy trying to scrub oil off him, who am I to turn down the assignment?
We’re still a little jet-lagged, so we grab a nap before whatever Menace has planned for tonight. I’m not sure where he’s taking me, but as long as it’s quiet and private, I’m all for it.
When we wake, Menace is half on top of me, like he wants to make sure I won’t leave. Smiling, I wrap my arms around him, kissing along his cheek and neck.
How did I get so lucky to have this man not only want to be with a plain James like me, but to be my perfect match? I’ve dated men that were good looking—a ten if you will—but they could never know my secret. There was always a disconnect between us, a bridge that could never be crossed.
Now that I don’t have to worry about that anymore, I’m afraid Menace Grant will be mine forever.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks in a sleep drenched voice.
My smile widens as I say, “That you’re stuck with me.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks as he turns to me. “What makes you think I would ever let you go?”
He adjusts himself between my legs, grinning down at me like I’m some kind of prize and not the other way around. “When you looked at me at that charity event, you belonged to me. Before you even know who I was. Now that you do,” he says, bending down to kiss me, “you might as well start making our wedding plans.”
I bark a laugh and wrap my legs around him. “Nothing big, Mr.Grant. I’m a low-key kind of man.”
He plays along with my joking scenario. “So, five hundred guests max?”
“I think one thousand would be enough. But not a person more.”
Menace laughs in that baritone I love so much. “Okay, I’ll get my manager on it.” He reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time. “Come on. We have somewhere to be in thirty minutes.”
I ask and poke and prod, but Menace won’t tell me where we’re going, just that I’ll enjoy it. I take his word for it since he’s been to Australia before. I’ve always wanted to come, but the long flight and high cost always deterred me. Now that I’m here, I’ll let Menace show me all the best places and fun things to do.
Once we’re dressed, he calls for a car and they drive us down the coast, beautiful sand and gorgeous waves breezing past us.
“It’s lovely here,” I murmur as I look out the window. “Kinda makes you forget about the fucking spiders and dingoes and snakes and shit.”
Menace chuckles. “Yeah, I don’t love that aspect of this place. But I don’t mind visiting from time to time.”
“Can I come back with you?”
“You’ll come everywhere with me, little psycho. Anywhere you want.”
I grin as our car pulls up to the entrance of a beach, candles illuminating a walkway. “When did you do all this?”
He gives me a look. “I might be a lot of things, Hill, but I’m not romantic or clever. I paid a service.”
“This is romantic though,” I say, pulling him behind me. “I’ve never had anyone do something like—” I gasp when I reach the end of the walkway and look around at the beachside picnic Menace has set up for us. The warm night air makes everything look otherworldly. The sound of the lapping waves is like music, a treat to my ears.
“Menace,” I breathe. “This is…thank you.”
He wraps his arms around me from behind, planting a kiss on my neck. “There’s more where this came from, little psycho. I plan to give you the fucking world.”
Turning my head, I kiss him deeply, my heart hammering in my chest. If he keeps doing shit like this, I’ll fall for him faster than I already am.
