“I may be,” I said. “I’m sorry, it's just…”
I fumbled for the words. Not interested? Maybe I’m asexual or something now. I feltnothingfor this handsome man in front of me, and I had no reason to be faithful to Victor anymore. I just felt detached, and that made me feel even worse.
“You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” He smiled. “I’m not pushy, don’t worry. I just recognise a beautiful woman when I see one. I’m Graham.” He held his hand out, and Dimitri winked at me from behind the bar.
“He is…Casanova,” Dimitri remarked playfully. “Be careful with this one.”
I rolled my eyes and shook Graham's hand lightly.I married a bloody Casanova. Not falling for that again.
“Although, Iwouldlike to take you for dinner.”
I turned and looked at Graham and his bright blue eyes, the smile teasing on his lips, and had to put him straight.
“I haven’t come here to meet anyone,” I explained gently. “Your attention would be better spent elsewhere.”
“As a friend then? Friends can have dinner.” Graham finished his coffee and rose to his feet. “If you call me on the phone in your room, I’m in room four-two-two.”
I studied him. “You mean that? As friends?”
I didn’t want to lead him on. I had hardly any energy, but dinner with himwouldbe nice.
Graham scoffed. “I’m a gentleman, and a man of my word. I’d love to take you out. I know some beautiful local spots. I can take you to a little restaurant that would blow your mind!”
“Okay,” I agreed, returning his smile. “But I need an afternoon nap.”
He laughed and saluted me before saying goodbye to Dimitri. “Until you call me, then?”
“I’ll call you. Four-two-two, right?”
“Yes.”
I chuckled, watching as he walked away.
“You have a date with Casanova?” Dimitri asked, shuffling his playing cards. “He is a nice man.”
“He is, but I don’t want a man, Dimitri.” I finished my drink and my stomach churned. “I just want some peace.”
Dimitri took my glass and bowed. “I hope you find it, then.”
I strolled away, stopping by my sun lounger to pick up my things, yawning throughout. I was so tired, and I’d barely done anything but nap by the pool and talk to a nice man by the bar.
What is wrong with me?
22
LILA
Graham wasn’t kidding about the restaurant blowing my mind.
Twinkly lights lit the way to our table which was beside acliffwhere the waves crashed below us, a single rope separating us from the sheer drop.
“It’s incredible,” I whispered, fascinated with our proximity to the wild waves. I’d never seen anything like this in my life, and I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. “Scary, but beautiful.”
“It really is.”
Graham leaned back in his chair, studying me instead of the waves. It may have been the wine, but his accent was getting sexier by the minute.
“More wine?” A server appeared beside us, and I shook my head.
