Standingin front of my mirror in the hotel room, I look at the black dress I’ll be wearing to dinner tonight. It flows down to my feet, the cotton material hugging my body in all the right spots.
“My ass is incredible,” I say to myself.
I wrapped my hair in a low bun and went for a more natural makeup look. Except for the red lipstick. The bold color makes me feel hot and powerful. A feeling I could really use right about now.
Is it possible to be turned on by your own reflection?
I’m also ovulating, so men, beware. I should probably be locked up like a wolf during a full moon. Put me near a man with a slutty little necklace, and I’ll dig my claws into him.
I need to force myself to step away from the mirror, or I’ll be here all night.
Rowan decides on a Mexican restaurant in the resort, and the cheesy enchiladas sound incredible. It would be wrongnotto have authentic Mexican food when we’re in Mexico. That’s like buying McDonald’s in Paris.
Grabbing my black clutch from the bed, I head to the elevators, deciding to get a drink by myself.
When I hit the button for the elevator, the doors open right away. This is great customer service. When the golden doors fully open, I’m faced off with the one person I don’t want to be alone with.
August is a gorgeous man. There’s no denying that. His chestnut-colored hair is pushed back, a thick strand with a slight curl, hangs above his thick, dark eyebrows. He’s chosen solid black glasses tonight, instead of the tortoiseshell ones I’m used to seeing him wear.
My eyes betray me and continue to roam over his body, down to the black button-up shirt that has the first two buttons undone. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off the veins in his forearms. That’s paired with black, sleek pants and a belt.
He looks sinful and delicious.
I force myself to blink a couple of times and snap out of it. We’re on the tenth floor; we have a long way down.
“Aren’t you a little overdressed for dinner?” I utter.
His large hands go into his pockets as he gives me a devilish smirk. The silver watch on his wrist reflects the light. His smoldering eyes sweep over my body.
“Always dress to impress, sunshine.” He gives me a wink.
Dropping my expression, I give him a tired look as I walk into the elevator. He hits the button to close the doors and shifts his eyes to me before he stares at our reflections through the elevator doors.
We stand in silence, keeping our distance. I may be pushing myself against the wall, but the scent of his cologne makes my knees want to give out. The scent is unfamiliar, something new, and I can’t put my fingeron it.
It smells like I want to be picked up by this man and thrown on the bed.
I need to get laid.
“Why were you in the elevator anyway? Your room is next to mine. Have you met someone already?”
He grins. “Is that what I need to do to get you jealous?”
“I don’t get jealous. You know this.”
He huffs out a laugh and nods his head. “I wanted to check out my sister's suite. Is that alright with you?”
“Nowthatis something I’m jealous over,” I mutter.
“How do you like your room?” August breaks the tension between us.
“It’s a room with a bed.”
“Well, mine has a balcony, and I’d love to show you.” His voice runs over me like silk. “Who knows what could happen?”
When I peer at him, I let out a snort. “August, honey, sweetie—I’m not a random woman you’re trying to get in bed with. That doesn’t work on me.”
It totally works on me—at least with him—but he will never know that.
