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“Is there a problem?” Gia asked.
I gestured in her direction. “Those shorts—they seem to be missing something.”
This time, she smirked. “They’re on trend.”
I stood and moved closer to her. “Your ass hanging out is a trend? What do your brothers have to say about it?”
Her face clouded over. “My brothers have no say in what I wear. Nor should they.”
“That’s not what I meant. I just—it’s going to be hard for me to keep my hands off you.” And I didn’t want anyone in the hotel to get a glimpse of her.
“That was the point,” she said, moving past me to grab a bag and stuffing sunscreen and a book inside it.
“You think you’ll have time to read?”
She raised her brow. “You said this trip was for me to relax, and I can’t remember the last time I was able to. I’ve been carrying this paperback around with me for a long time. So far, all it’s accomplished is building my shoulder muscles.”
I moved toward her, kissing her softly. “If you want to read, I’ll make sure there’s time for it.”
I wanted to swim, eat lunch, and just relax with no destination in mind.
“Perfect.” She smiled, and she looked so much younger.
I liked this look on her. I loved her in the morning, soft and pliable from her orgasm, and I liked her even more like this. I wouldn’t talk about work or what any of this meant. I wanted to enjoy it, and I wanted her to do the same.
She slung her bag over her shoulder. “Are you ready?”
I draped an arm over her shoulder as we headed out. “For someone who didn’t want to go, you seem eager.”
She hung her head, hiding her face from me. “You convinced me this would be fun.”
I squeezed her shoulder. “You’re going to love it and want to go every week.”
She grinned but tried to cover it. “You wish.”
“You know I’m right. You can’t resist this or my boat,” I said, touching my stomach.
She laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”
I grinned, enjoying myself. “But just what you need.”
She sobered. “I’m starting to think you’re right.”
“It’s just you and me today.” I’d called ahead and had the kitchen staff pack snacks and a lunch for us, so we headed straight for the dock. Since I owned the marina, my boat was in the largest slip at the end of the dock.
When we reached the end, Gia paused, taking it in. “This isn’t a boat. It’s a yacht.”
I shrugged, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the one flashy thing I owned. Besides a five-star resort. “Labels are just semantics.”
Her lips twitched. “Yeah, okay.”
I held out a hand for her to board the boat.
“I was expecting something smaller, like a sailboat.”
“What’s the fun in that? I like to entertain,” I said lightly.
The box of food sat on the bench, so I took it below to refrigerate it.
