She laughs.
“Have fun with yourerrand, babe.”
Harper knows me too well.
“Okay, fine. He texted me.”
“And you’re going to go, just like that?”
I wrap the towel around my waist and stand. “I mean…one more time before Cabo, right?”
“Hey. I would if I were you.”
My heart is thudding, a reckless percussion.
Because I know exactly what’s happening right now.
I’m going.
I’m absolutely going.
I head to the locker room, replaying his message over and over.
Wear that bikini.
My imagination runs wild.
Heat, lips, the hard press of his body, the way he makes me forget every rule I’ve ever lived by.
I can feel myself getting warm just thinking about it.
By the time I’m dressed, my decision is already made. I type up a response.
Elena: On my way.
I bite my lip. What else is there to say, really?
I’ve never been so curious—or so turned on—in my life.
I want to find out exactly what Colt Evans had in mind. Not to mention figure out what’s been going on with this distance that feels like it has been building up between us.
I step out into the dimly lit hallway, the cool air sending a shiver through me, contrasting sharply with the heat building inside. My heart races as I make my way toward the exit, anticipation thrumming through my veins. I can’t shake the feeling that tonight is going to be different—electric, intoxicating.
As I walk, I replay his message again.I need to see you. Come tonight. Wear that bikini.The words linger in my mind, each syllable igniting a fire within me. I can’t help but smile at the thought of him waiting for me, the confident glint in his eyes, the way he knows exactly how to push my buttons.
Outside, the night is warm, and a light breeze brushes against my skin as I make my way to my car. The drive to his place feels like it takes an eternity, my mind racing with possibilities. What does he want? What’s he planning? A part of me is buzzing with nervous energy, while another part is thrilled at the idea of surrendering to whatever he has in store for me.
When I finally arrive at his building, I take a moment to catch my breath, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety flutter in my stomach. I grab my bag and make my way up to his apartment, the familiar feeling of stepping into this space washing over me. It feels like a sanctuary—a place where the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us.
I knock on the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Moments later, it swings open, revealing Colt, his hair slightly tousled, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He’s wearing a fitted t-shirt that clings to his body just right, and I can’t help but let my eyes roam over him, taking in the way his muscles ripple beneath the fabric.
“Hey,” he says, his voice low and inviting.
“Hey,” I reply, trying to sound casual, but I can hear the note of breathlessness in my own voice.
Colt’s eyes darken as he takes a step closer, his presence commanding and intense. “Take off your dress,” he orders, his voice low and authoritative.
I blink, taken aback by the sudden shift, but a thrill courses through me. I do as he says, slipping the dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing the bikini underneath. His gaze roams over me, approving and hungry.
