His tone was so lethal it sent a chill up my spine. The bellboy blanched, head bobbing up and down.
“Hey, chill out,” I hissed and slapped my arm across Killian’s chest, forcing him to take a step back. “I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing getaway.”
“It will be as long as he stops looking at you like that. Or I’ll have to gouge his fucking eyes out.”
Antonio darted past Killian, raced to the car and started unloading the luggage.
“I apologize,SeñorDavenport,” said Maria, dipping her head but even I caught the surprise in her expression. “The boy is new, please give him a chance.”
“Fine, one chance,” he gritted out.
“Let me show you to your room.” She motioned toward the entrance, but Killian waved her off.
“It’s not necessary, I know where it is. Just have the bellboy leave the luggage outside the door.”
“As you say,señor.”
Killian marched up the steps and through the glass doors which opened up into an open-air courtyard in the center of the villa. A bubbling fountain sat in the center with dozens of colorful koi swimming through the tranquil waters.
My head swiveled from side to side, taking it all in. I’d never stayed in such a swanky place in my entire life. I could only imagine what it cost. Shit. How many more days of French maid duty at the frat was I getting into?
“You know, when you said we were going to some hotel in the Dominican Republic, I thought there would be more people around.” I never expected a private resort just for the two of us. Holy shit, was this going to be awkward.
He shrugged. “I think there are a few other guests.”
I hadn’t seen a single one so far, nor did I see another car parked when we arrived. That meant a lot of Killian and Lexi one-on-one alone time. My traitorous pussy thrummed at the idea, Killian’s threat from earlier echoing through my mind.It’s going to happen. Sooner rather than later.
The most fucked-up part was that I knew he was right. It just felt inevitable—everything about Killian and me felt inescapable. He’d been a part of my life for so long... Then he’d vanished, and now after all those years apart, he still felt like coming home. A totally screwed-up, psycho version, but still.
Killian took the open stairway two steps at a time, and I hurried to keep up. The sunlight streamed in from all sides, the outside-indoors concept carrying throughout the entire resort. He seemed to be in an awful hurry to get to our room, while every step closer only increased my raging anxiety.
I hadn’t expected him to get two rooms for us, given my inability to pay, but now that we were here, and after that wicked promise on the jet, the idea of sharing one with him had my insides in a desperate tangle.
Before I’d fallen asleep, he’d been sweet to me. I could’ve sworn he’d even held my hand as I spiraled into a panic when the jet took off. That tiny glimmer of my old best friend was dangerous. It had my heart feeling things that would only end in disaster. Because as much as I wanted to believe the old Killian was in there somewhere, the new version kept him tightly chained up, and the likelihood of that boy ever returning was slim.
Killian stopped in front of a white door. I’d been so wrapped up in my thoughts, I barreled right into his muscled back. He spun around, a mischievous grin on his lips, and slid his hands to my waist. “If you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked.”
“I didn’t,” I snapped and shoved him off.
“It’s an open invitation.” He swept his bracelet over the scanner on the door, and the lock clicked open.
Stepping to the side, he actually held it open for me, and I nearly died of shock.
“I didn’t think the word chivalrous existed in Killian Davenport’s vocabulary.” I shot him a smirk over my shoulder as I sauntered in.
“My mom drilled some things in hard, Red, despite how much I try to fight the urges.”
The ghost of a smile lifted my lips. There was a time that Daphne Briggs was like a second mother to me. I hadn’t seen her in years, not since she married the asshole that ruined my life. I missed her.
“How is your mom?” I asked.
Darkness hardened the set of his jaw. “She’s fine. Happy as hell with Stan.”
I snorted on a laugh. How that bastard continued to play the role of doting husband was beyond me. I was about to say just that when my gaze lifted to the sprawling chamber, and my jaw nearly hit the floor for the second time today.
A jacuzzi sat at the center of the room, frothy waters bubbling and lavender-scented steam settling across the space. Behind the whirlpool, floor-to-ceiling glass windows showcased a rushing waterfall spilling into a brilliant blue lagoon beneath.
“This is incredible,” I murmured. “It’s absolutely breathtaking.”
