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"Thank you, Jack," I say, sniffling.
"Anytime," he says, patting my shoulder. "Now let's get you cleaned up and back to the party. You don't want to miss all the fun."
I nod and follow Jack out of the bedroom, feeling a little bit better and ready to enjoy the rest of the evening.
Jack turns back, and notices the sly smile on my face. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I say.
“You still hate me, don’t you.”
“Have you complicated this yoga retreat? Sure. Do I hate you? No. Far from it.”
“Good. Okay so I just called a couple of cars to pick up our crew. We’re going to head to the full moon party. It’s up at the top of the mountain. You ready to have some fun?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m ready.”
As we walk out of the villa, I steal glances at Jack. His tall, muscular frame exudes confidence and power, and the way he carries himself with such ease and grace is absolutely mesmerizing.
But it's not just his physical attractiveness that draws me in. There's something about the way he looks at me, like he sees right through me and knows exactly what I'm thinking. And the way he speaks, with such intelligence and wit, it's clear that he's not just another rich playboy.
I’m a little intimidated by him, but at the same time, I find myself inexplicably drawn to him. I can't wait to see what the rest of the night has in store.
15
JACK
As the music thumps and pulses around me, I lounge on a hammock a healthy distance from the heart of the action.
I nurse my drink and try to ignore the throngs of people gyrating on the dance floor.
I’m happy everyone else is having a good time, though.
As the full moon rises high in the sky, the jungle party reaches a fever pitch. I can’t help but feel a little out of place as I sit on the sidelines, watching the dancers move to the beat of the house music from the DJ.
Dancing was just never my thing. I’m a billionaire businessman, used to the solitude and control of my office, not the chaos of a jungle dance party.
And, honestly? Being friend zoned by someone I’m interested in isn’t something I’m used to.
Plus, after seeing how good Amelia was with Kevin on the beach…some deep instincts of mine have been dredged up. Ones that I haven’t felt in a good long time.
So I’m keeping to myself tonight.
But then I see Amelia.
She wears a crop top and matching skirt that shows off her toned, curvy figure, and her long, blonde hair flows around her shoulders as she moves to the music.
It’s hard to take my eyes off of her curvy figure. I sip my drink and watch.
That’s when a tall man pulls up by my side. “Why don’t you get out there?”
I turn to greet the man. He’s in his thirties, tall and, I have to have admit, ruggedly handsome.
“Wait. Are you…Jake Napleton?”
“That’s me. You’re Jack Wellington, aren’y you?”
“Guilty as charged.”
