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Jack just grins.
He takes my hand as I get up, then places his onto the small of my back as we walk toward the steps, his touch is light but I can feel it heat my entire body.
“I’ll walk you to your room.”
“Why didn’t you want to answer my question?”
“Why is it so important to you?”
“It’s important because I don’t understand you. You’ve got all the money in the world, it seems. You own hotels and media companies, yet you used to be a surfing bum? Like a literal surfing bum? Also, why are you single? It makes no sense to me.”
For the first time since I’ve met Jack, I think I see a genuine smile cross his face.
“I was a genuine, honest-to-God, surfing bum. Me and…” he clears his throat. “I basically lived in a shack for two years in Hawaii but that didn’t matter at all to me since we were--I was hitting the waves every day.”
“Then what happened, did you inherit Daddy’s money?”
He laughs. “You’d know how ridiculous that is if you knew my dad. He was a dirt poor farmer. Back in those days I was a surf instructor by day and a bartender by night.”
“A Harvard beach bum.”
“What about you? Why are you single?”
My stomach coils.
“You hit the nail on the head. Long relationship. Didn’t work out. I kind of came here to lick my wounds, to be honest. Enough about me though, how did you go from beach bum to billionaire owner of a media company and…hotels?” We head past the pool where we fell in earlier, then up the stairs. “That’s not a common life path.”
“Indy, it's a damn long story, like I said.”
We finally reach the room and stop.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, cupping his face. “You can tell me. I mean hell, we were already pretty intimate.”
His hand slides down the seam of my dress and he presses me up against the brick wall.
“Indy. Just don’t worry about it. I don’t like to talk about the past, okay? The past is the past. We’re here now. You’re looking so hot. All I want to think about is what is happening here, with you in this moment.”
I grab his jaw lightly with my thumb and forefinger. “So you like it when I ride your face but you don’t like it when I ask you big questions. Makes sense.”
“It’s not like that…exactly.”
“Do you do that a lot? Be honest,” I ask him. “I’m no fool. You’re a Harvard educated CEO with…that.” I gesture toward his pants. “The full package. You probably do that with a lot of guests.”
“I don’t, I assure you. You are an outlier.”
“I’m not like you think. What we did earlier…that’s not me. I was in a long term relationship that was quite sexless for the last few months and, well, I don’t put on shows for strangers. It’s just not my thing.”
He grins again. “Not a stranger, like I said.”
I shake my head. “That wasn’t me.”
“Who was it then? Do you have an evil--and very fun and tasty--twin?”
Something coils inside me as he slips his hand down to my ass.
“Like I said, I came here for a yoga retreat, to getawayfrom all of this.”
He doesn’t ask, he takes a kiss from me pressed against the wall and I let out a desperate moan.
