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I glared at him.
He glared back.
“You know what I think your problem is?” I asked.
“Nope. But I’m guessing you’re going to enlighten me.”
“You’re a control freak, and you hate that you don’t have control of what your grandmother is doing.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Control freaks make good leaders. They’re perfectionists, and hard workers.”
“They’re uncompromising and bad listeners.”
Beck cupped his hand to his ear. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“Ugh. Just shut up and look pretty, will you? That’s what you’re good for.”
“I’m good for a lot more than that. How about I show you?”
I felt like punching him. But at the same time, I had to fight my arousal. Whythe helldid I feel such a stir from arguing with this guy? The more tense the moment, the more overwhelming the physical effect seemed to be.
And I wasn’t alone. Beck’s eyes dropped to my mouth, and he licked his lips. He looked like a hungry lion about to pounce. And I was a willing antelope. Luckily, my phone interrupted my ridiculous thoughts. I pulled it out of my bag and swiped to answer.
“Hey, Louise.”
“There’s a handsome Bahamian calypso dancer up here without a partner,” she said. “And they’re giving out free Bahama Mama drinks.”
My eyes lifted and met Beck’s. “A handsome dancer and free drinks? That sounds like just what I need. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
When I was done, I spent a minute doing some quick research on Google. All the while, Beck kept quiet and watched me.
“Ha!” I turned my cell to show him the screen. “It has nothing to do with you.”
Beck squinted and leaned closer to read. “The human brain releases testosterone, cortisol, and adrenaline when under stress, such as during a fight. To counteract those hormones, the human body craves the pleasure hormones sex can provide.”
His brows drew together. “What the hell did you Google?”
“Why am I getting horny arguing with an asshole.”
His lip twitched, yet again. It did that a lot when we spoke.
“You know what I have to say to that?” he asked.
“What?”
He lifted his hands and locked them behind his head, elbows out, making his pecs dance again. “I bet your handsome Bahamian calypso dancer can’t do this.”
I got up with a huff. “Enjoy your company for the rest of the afternoon.”
He smirked and leaned back, keeping his hands behind his head as he settled into the lounger. “Oh I will. I’ll be with my favorite person.”
CHAPTER 9
Nora
LATER THAT EVENING,I went down to the lobby to meet Louise for dinner. She’d texted and told me she made reservations at a fancy place, but I hadn’t asked if Beck was joining. When I asked the dress code, she told me to wear the royal blue dress I’d bought at a cute little boutique the other night. It was a slinky, one-shoulder number with a curve-hugging bodice and slit that probably could’ve used two-sided tape so I didn’t get arrested again. I paired it with the set of heels I’d brought that matched anything—four-inch silver stilettos with a thin strap that wrapped around the ankle. A few heads turned as I waited, and it made me feel good after the last week in grungy beach and travel wear. Sometimes I forgot how much I enjoyed indulging my feminine side.
I’d told myself I’d gotten all dressed up for me, but when Beck stepped off the elevator and saw me standing there, he walked smack into the person in front of him. Maybe it wasn’tallfor me.
