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The same lifeguard strolled past us again, and he winked at me. I flashed him a thankful smile, because I felt bad that Spencer had been so short with him just a moment ago.
“That lifeguard was hitting on you,” Spencer said, looking between me and the lifeguard who was now heading away.
Damn, did he see the wink?
“He wasn’t hitting on me, he was just being nice,” I said and then added, “And what if he was? This shouldn’t be any of your concern anyway.”
I appreciated that he was worried about me, but we weren’t together. I was still working as his daughter’s nanny. Besides, the lifeguard was the only other man here. Well, apart from the hotel and security staff.
“When you’re with me, you’re working, so I won’t allow another fucking guy to hit on you, Laura. You know I’m working through my issues. I want you only for myself. Nothing has changed since that last time at my place, and I told you I'll be exclusive with you,” he said. His clear-blue eyes darkened and clouded like a brewing storm.
“No, I don't know how you feel about me because you have never actually told me. Besides, we aren't doing this right now, not here,” I snapped, suddenly really pissed off that he was acting like he owned me. “And in this moment, I’m not working for you. Maja is with your brother, therefore, I'm on holiday and I can do whatever I want. That includes flirting with whomever I wish. So watch me, because I'm going to do exactly that!”
I stormed away, fuming. What was I to do? Get far away from Spencer, that’s what.
The man was super protective and caring—granted, he ticked all the right boxes for panty-melting material—but he was also an insufferable arsehole.
Finally, I spotted the familiar face of the lifeguard again. Spencer Banks was a pain in my backside, and I was so done with him acting like a jealous wanker. He’d had a chance to make a move so many times, but he’d chosen not to. I wasn’t his therapist or personal assistant. He knew exactly what I wanted, and I was done waiting.
I was just about to shout and wave to the hot lifeguard when a strong force lifted me off the sand, threw me over a shoulder, and carried me like I weighed nothing more than feathers.
“Spencer Banks, put me down right now or I swear to God I’ll scream!” I shouted, pounding on his back.
But he ignored me. He sprinted up the steps.
“Spencer, where the hell are you going, man?” Rupert called out.
“Take care of Maja and tell security down there I’ll be okay and will meet the others at the villa. I’m going to take Laura home. I think she has sunstroke! Will send the car back so you can get home later,” he said while I pummelled him hard on his back.
“I don’t have sunstroke. Put me down right in this minute!” I roared.
But he just chuckled.
“Signore, a sta donna non piace essere trattata in sto modo, stile uomo delle caverne.”6 someone commented. It was probably one of the older Italian guys who worked for the hotel.
“Sto portando mia moglie a casa. Che problema c’è?”7 Spencer stopped for a moment.
The man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “No, nessun problema, signore, anche se non sembra molto felice in questo momento.”8
“Non si preoccupi, quando arriviamo a casa, sarà la donna più felice del mondo!”9 Spencer sounded thoroughly amused.
Fucker, I wanted to kill him, especially when laughter sounded at my expense. I lifted my head, catching sight of two men in uniform using dynamic hand movements, pointing at us with an open hand or making a thumbs-up gesture like he was showing approval and enthusiasm.
“Put me down. Put me down right now! You’re going to injure yourself carrying me in this heat!” I yelled.
But he didn't take me seriously at all. “You weigh next to nothing, and I'm quite enjoying having your arse next to my face,” he growled.
Although I could tell that he was struggling to walk. These steps were steep, and it was a hell of a trek back up.
The comment about my arse infuriated me more. Spencer eventually put me down. He must have asked one of the agents to grab my clothes, because when we finally got back to the road, Spencer handed me my dress and barked at me to put it on. I snatched it off him, feeling like I was going to lose it with him if he didn’t calm down, but I put it on, because I didn’t want to parade around in my bikini in front of his security personnel. Then he instructed his two agents who’d stayed to get the car ready, to take us back to the villa.
I was too angry to even look at him.
“I can get a taxi. I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now,” I spat.
Lorenzo gestured for me to get inside, but I folded my arms over my chest and refused to move. I was too furious to be told what to do.
“Get in that car right now or I'll shove you inside myself, then strip off that fucking thing you call a bikini and spank you hard on the back seat while poor Lorenzo and my men watch!”
