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“See you around, Dust.” He wanders up the beach to where his van is parked.
You should have gone with it. He was cute.
No.
I want to feel it. All of it.
I want to get totally freaking swept away.
Maybe it doesn’t happen that way. Maybe you never will.
I guess I need to come to terms with the fact that it’ll probably never happen like that for me. Maybe I’m just too focused on my career for any kind of relationship at all.
I head back up the beach toward the hotel’s patio. As I get closer, I feel the heat of someone’s gaze and I glance up at the raised table with the best view.
A man is sitting there. He’s wearing a suit, and sunglasses. His tie is loosened and the top button of his shirt is undone. It’s immediately obvious that his suit is expensive and beautifully cut. A far cry from the polyester Brad and his cronies favor. This guy’s probably wearing Armani and it fits him in a way you can’t help but stare at. There’s something ideal about it.
There’s something ideal about him.
My stomach does a funny little flip.
An iPad is in front of him on the table but its screen isn’t lit up. His eyes are on me.
As I walk past him, he slides his glasses up, as though to get a better look.
“Impressive,” he drawls.
At first I’m not entirely sure he’s talking to me. I glance behind me and a smile quirks at the corner of his mouth. “Sorry?” I finally say.
“The surfing. Not bad for a first try.”
“How did you know it was my first try?”
“Just a guess.”
Was he watching the whole time?
“You didn’t click with Surfer Boy?” His voice is deep and has a smoky husk to it that causes the tiny hairs on my arms to rise.
Wow.
He’s all swagger. He has thick dark hair and eyes that match the color of the ocean water. His lashes are too long for a man, especially one that’s so…male. They give him an almost romantic appeal.
He’s sexy without even trying. He’s got the cool, animal confidence of a lion surveying its territory. Big and cocky and fully comfortable in his own skin.
But I’m in too good a mood to be intimidated by him. “Oh, I clicked with Surfer Boy. He gave me the best ride of my life.”
His low laugh does things to the low pit of my stomach…fluttery things that send little currents of warmth…lower.
I bet he smells good. I bet he’s rough.
His handsomeness is rugged and seasoned. He might be in his late twenties or close to thirty. Compared to Lucas, this guy oozes alpha-ness on a level that’s almost absurd. “I could give you better,” he replies casually, his blue eyes dancing.
This makes me smile. “You think so?”
“I’m free tonight if you want me to prove it.”
I laugh before I can hold it back. Talk about arrogant. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m busy tonight.”
