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He didn’t leave my mind as I took out my suitcase and rifled through my clothes. Skittles jumped onto the middle of the bed with apurr, stretching out and rolling over with his belly up. I chuckled at his silly little face, it was smashed upside down against the comforter, as he watched me intently with his huge Dobby eyes. Once I was done, I zipped up the suitcase and hoisted it off the bed, setting it down next to the bathroom door.
“Don’t look at me like that, Skittles. I don’t have a choice.”
Skittles blinked at me.
“Okay, I know I have a thing for him, but I’m not going to act on it. Being in an exotic location isn’t going to change that, don’t worry.”
Skittles tilted his head to the side and meowed.
“He doesn’t even like me like that, remember?” I leaned forward and scratched behind his ears. Skittles made a low purring noise and arched his back. He rubbed his head against me, and I smiled. “Which is probably for the best. Can you imagine how weird it would be if he did?”
At least I wasn’t going to be alone with him in Miami.
With five other people, and an entire project to oversee, it was unlikely that the two of us were going to be interacting much. On the contrary, while I oversaw the more practical parts of the project, including construction and time management, Killian was probably going to be busy with other aspects of the job.
Like schmoozing with the investors and making sure we developed good relationships with the local vendors.
It was what he did best.
When I pulled back the covers and got into bed, I still couldn’t shake off my thoughts of Killian, or stop imagining what it would be like to be with him. While I stared at the ceiling and waited for sleep to come, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to be kissed by him.
To be consumed by him.
Although I had never been with a man before, I had a feeling Killian was the sort of man you didn’t forget.
Even if you wanted to.
5
KILLIAN
“How’s the smut going,Meg? Have you got to the good stuff yet?”
Meghan lowered her book, and I realized she was holding onto the armrest next to her. She released it and sat up straighter. “You could read the book and find out.”
I sat down across from her and eyed her over the rim of my whiskey glass. “Let me guess. It’s a sweeping romance set in medieval Scotland, and the hero is this big tough guy with a heart of gold, and the woman is tough as nails but has a soft spot for men like that. Spoiler alert, they end up together, and she loves it.”
Meghan sat up straighter and rolled her eyes. “Not everything is about sex.”
I gave her a slow smirk. “No, but a lot of things are.”
“Beach resorts aren’t,” Meghan retorted. “We’re trying to sell people a way to escape everyday life, a way to disconnect that’s comfortable and luxurious.”
“Oh, beach resorts are very sexy, it’s part of the appeal, even you can’t deny that.” I took a long sip of my whiskey and set it down on the table in between us. “Sex sells, Meg. You should know that better than anyone.”
Meghan pushed the book towards me and raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead and read it then since you’re so curious.”
“Trying to bait me, Meg?”
Meghan leaned back against her chair and crossed one leg over the other. “I don’t need to bait you. I can already tell you’re curious.”
I chuckled. “You have an active imagination.”
“At least one of us does.”
“Oh, trust me, I have a very active imagination,” I told her, my eyes never leaving her face. “I bet it would even make you blush.”
Because I had imagined Meghan in a scenario just like this, on my private jet, with dimmed lights between us, and an empty room in the back. Half of me fantasized about throwing her over my shoulders and carrying her into the back room, before locking the door. I saw her with her hands all over me, those plump red lips moving over my skin, and it sent the blood straight to my groin.
