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My heart pounds furiously. This is seriously an unfair match. I need to up my game.
“No, obviously not that.”
I turn around.
“When you were just blatantly staring at my…merchandise?”
I let my towel fall, and grabbing my bikini bottoms, I put them on quickly. “I know you think this is some kind of funny game.”
Screw it. He’s already seen me. Might as well look him in the eye and put on a little show.
He looks so relaxed watching me.
“You’re pretty hilarious to me, Indy.”
I put my bikini top on, then turn around.
I sigh. “I don’t like guys like you. That’s what you’re not understanding.”
“Guys…like me. What does that mean exactly? You don’t like hot guys?”
“No, I mean pompous assholes. Thanks for proving my point by the way. No normal guy would refer to themselves as ‘hot’. That’s so weird.”
“Indy. I’m fucking with you. You really need to relax.”
“Well stop it, whatever you’re doing,” I say. “To be blunt, we can’t be intimate. You heard Chester and Josefina.”
He snorts, standing up. “Then the solution is simple. We will have to get married. That way we can have some fun.”
I push him. “That is hilarious.”
Jack takes my wrist and pulls me towards him, his lips inches from mine.
"It didn't feel like a mistake to me. It felt like the best thing I’ve done in a long time. And I’m not a stranger. I’m your ex-CEO.”
“It’s not really comforting that you fired me, honestly.”
My body feels like it’s on fire as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I try to resist but I can’t deny the pull I feel toward him. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, our bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion.
I push him away and we finally break apart, panting and gasping for breath.
"I can't do this," I said, my voice shaking. "Seriously, Jack. We can’t do this, okay! I hate you." Maybe that’s wishful thinking. I don’thatehim. But I definitely have a reason to dislike him.
“You hate me? Tell me why.”
“Honestly? You’re everything I can’t stand in a man, if it were all rolled into one. Pompous, arrogant, think you’re God’s gift to women because you’ve got an abnormally large bank account. And abnormally large…other things.”
He cocks his head. “And you…hate that, because…?”
“You had me fired!” I protest, my attempt to change the subject.
I expected him to be angry or defensive at my words, but instead he just nods.
"I am all of those things," he agrees. "But that doesn't change the fact that there's a spark between us. A spark that you can't deny, no matter how much you try to push me away."
I feel my frustration rising even more at his calm acceptance of my insults. "You're just agreeing with everything I say to make me angrier, aren't you?"
He grins. "No, I don’t want to make you angry. But it's also the truth. I am arrogant and I do think highly of myself. But I also own it and I don't apologize for it. That's something you could learn from me, Amelia. Own your flaws and embrace them rather than trying to hide them."
