“I can get down there from here?”
“Steps are over there.” He pointed.
I started to get up, to abandon the food, but he reached out and pushed me back down. “Eat first. The water isn’t going anywhere.”
I felt like I was seven again and my mother told me I had to eat all my vegetables before I could go outside to play. I wanted to shove them all into my mouth and then rush out the door. I scowled at him.
“You slept the entire flight. When’s the last time you ate?”
“Lunch. Yesterday.”
He shook his head like my answer made him angry. I inhaled the food, which, dammit, was really good, and then picked up my plate to carry it in the house.
He’d already finished his plate as well, so I followed him inside where we abandoned the dishes in the sink. I looked for my bag, but I didn’t see it anywhere.
“I put it upstairs in your room,” he said, seeing me search. “First door on the right.”
I wandered up the wide-open staircase, stumbling because I still couldn’t tear my eyes away from the view, and then took the door he instructed.
Of course the room was gorgeous. It was all white—white walls, white bed, white canopy, white curtains billowing in the breeze because the sliding glass doors were open letting in the sound of the waves. The only color was from the dark hardwood floors and the view. I peaked briefly into the bathroom, which was all white marble and chrome fixtures. Not wanting to waste another minute, I dumped the contents of my bag onto the bed, scattering the clothes all around, and found a pair of loose white linen shorts and a fitted black T-shirt.
I changed quickly, only pausing for a second when I pulled off Charming’s shirt to replace it with mine, and then I left the room barefoot, padding down the hall to another bedroom, the master, and pushed open the partially closed door.
The room was almost all white too, but his bed was much bigger and the trim on his bedding was black. I didn’t bother to snoop around, I just tossed his shirt onto the bed and then hightailed it back downstairs so I could get outside.
Charming was standing by the back door, a new pair of jeans riding his hips and making his ass look like he should be an underwear model. Apparently it wasn’t just one pair of jeans he looked good in, but all jeans.
He turned when I stopped behind him. He was wearing a Lucky Brand T-shirt the same vibrant green as his eyes. A pair of aviator sunglasses were pushed up on his head and he was rocking a five o’clock shadow.
His eyes started at my toes and raked up, lingering on my legs and then settling on my face. “Where are your sunglasses?”
“I guess my butler didn’t grab them.” I sighed. “Good help is so hard to find.”
He rolled his eyes and pulled the aviators off his head and handed them over. “Here, you’re going to go blind in that sun.”
“What will you wear?”
“I have more than one pair of sunglasses.”
Well, of course he did.
“Thank you,” I said, taking the glasses. I barely knew how to act when he behaved so, so…nice. If I wasn’t careful, I would fool myself into thinking he was someone other than exactly who he was.
“I have to go out. I have stuff to do,” he said, watching me closely.
Well, there went my previous thoughts. “I have stuff to do” was code for “I’m going off to murder someone.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.
“I don’t know when I’ll be back. Make yourself at home. I’ll leave the keys to the convertible on the counter.”
“You’d let me drive your car?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
I shrugged. He didn’t really seem like the kind of guy who liked to share.
“If you wreck it, you owe me a million dollars,” he said, winking.
I wasn’t charmed. I wasn’t.
