‘God,’ he moaned. ‘You’re so fucking hot.’ He flopped back down onto the bed and took his hard cock in his hand.
‘Hey, don’t start without me.’ I bolted towards the bathroom.
‘So I was thinking we could have sex, then take a shower together and maybe go grab some breakfast somewhere?’ Cam said from the bedroom, and I smiled. We were making plans together, as if we were a real couple. Were we?
‘Sounds good,’ I shouted back, sitting on the toilet.
‘The sex or the breakfast?’
‘Both.’
‘Excellent!’ Cam said, sounding smug as hell.
I got up off the loo, gave my hands a quick wash and then squeezed a far too large dollop of toothpaste straight into my mouth. I cringed and spat, then hurried back into the room, where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, cock in hand, just waiting for me.
I started walking towards him.
‘Wait. Stop,’ he said suddenly.
‘What?’
‘Just stand there like that for a while. I want to look at you.’
I rolled my eyes but obliged, putting one of my hands on his desk and acting like I was leaning comfortably.
‘What did I do to get so lucky?’ he asked, his eyes dripping with lust as he dragged them over my breasts. I parted my legs a little and he gave a moan of appreciation.
‘Fuck, Lizzy. I knew you were going to be hot, and I’ve pictured this moment so many times in my head – believe me, so many times – but every expectation I had has been totally blown out the water.’
I pulled my hand off the desk, ready to dart towards the bed, but a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. I bent down to pick it up, but as my fingers brushed over it, I caught a flash of movement in my peripheral vision. Cam was on his feet.
‘Wait,’ he said. ‘I can explain.’
I paused, my fingers hovering over the paper.
‘Explain what?’
‘Lizzy . . .’ His voice had a pleading quality. I felt sick. I didn’t know what was on that piece of paper, but I knew that whatever it was, it would change everything.
And it did.
She was gone. I didn’t move. Didn’t follow. Didn’t call out after her. I should have. I should also have had the courage to say it out loud . . .
I love you.
But I’d been a coward. Well, I wasn’t a coward now. I’d been given a second chance at this, and I was not going to fuck it up again.
CHAPTER 16
I woke up feeling completely off my game – unnerved, unsettled and definitely unsure. I didn’t like the feeling. I never allowed people to get under my skin, but last night, Cam had.
This had led to me having a disastrous morning. I’d left the bath running, flooding the floor. At breakfast I’d dropped a hard-boiled egg and had to duck under my table to get it. So much for blending in. And then walking to the beach, I’d tripped twice, over nothing but my own feet.
‘Asshole,’ I mumbled as I climbed onto a lounger.
I didn’t notice Cam at first, probably due to the ridiculous tropical Bermuda shorts and equally ridiculous tropical T-shirt he was wearing, but when I looked over towards Victor and his mistress lying on the sand, I saw him. Stretched across his lounger like he didn’t have a care in the world. Honestly, the man lounged like he’d never heard of cares in the world.
‘Asshole,’ I mumbled again. I pulled my glasses down to look at him properly, and he must have sensed my death stare, because just then he turned and waved at me. The blood in my veins boiled and a strong desire started to rise in me, an overwhelming urge to smother him with his own beach towel. I didn’t think I’d ever hated anyone more than Cam, and that was saying a lot, because I wasn’t exactly a people person. I’d pissed off a lot of people over the years and made many enemies. One of them had even taken out a hit on me; nothing like getting shot at while packing your groceries into the car. But I hated that hit man less than I hated the smug, now shirtless man to my right.
