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“What about you?” I ask. “Still ruling Seattle?”
He shrugs. “It pays the bills, keeps me out of trouble.”
I try not to laugh. I don’t know exactly how rich he is, but I know he’s pretty well off. I mean, he has his own plane.
I don’t know how people handle being that rich; it would kind of freak me out. Especially when things get written about you in the papers, and you have gold diggers probably throwing themselves at your feet.
Mr. Bentley has been photographed on the arm of many a beautiful woman.
The guy is a womanizer, after all. I remember James telling me on more than one occasion. He used to laugh about it.
“So, you’re still a workaholic?”
His lips twitch. I cannot tear my gaze away from his attractive face.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yet you’re here, taking some time out, so that’s got to be a good thing.”
It’s only day two, and I feel like I’ve been gone a month. I needed this vacation.
His lips twitch. “Most successful people I know are married to the job; it’s what makes us tick. Taking this vacation for example, I didn’t make the decision lightly, but something has to give, or you end up suffering in the long run.”
“I know what you mean. Working like a maniac becomes so normal. This is the first real vacation I’ve taken since I was a kid,” I admit.
I glance over to my friends as they sip their drinks quietly for a change. I know it won’t be long before Charlize butts her nose in.
“There comes a time when you have to take a step back and check in with yourself. Burning out is a common theme, and I’ve been there, in my younger years, of course. Now I find I’ve got more energy in my forties than most have in their twenties because I try to let off steam when I need it.”
My mouth goes dry. It’s so ridiculously hot that I’m imagining the wrong sort of steam…
No.No!
“Ooh, do tell, what’s your secret?” I muse, trying to cover up the discomfort at my wayward thoughts.
He turns his head. “Sleep. Exercise and sex.”
I’m glad I’m not holding my cocktail because I would have dropped it to the bottom of the pool.
He grins when I don’t answer. He has a nice smile; you don’t see it often, and when you do, it’s simply dazzling. It lights up his whole face.
He clears his throat. “That was inappropriate, I apologize,” he says the words, however, he doesn’t look very sorry. He looks like he may actually enjoy making me squirm.
Holy fucking shit.
Talking about sex with Mr. B… I mean, how much more surreal could it get?
“Uh, that’s okay. I asked, I guess.”
“How is single life treating you?” He stares at me with those piercing eyes, like he’s actually interested in the answer.
I smile and dip down into the pool to wet my shoulders. “I think it actually agrees with me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup. Nobody to pick up after, and I don’t have to explain where I’m going or what I’m doing or who I’m with. I think the single life may be for me, after all.”
He gives me a nod of approval. “As long as James hasn’t put you off men for life.”
