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She’s probably right; it is kind of depressing.
“She started it!” I point at Charlize.
She shakes her head. “I was merely pointing out all of Ariana’s good points, to which there are many. Look at her.She’s a goddamn hottie and she’s successful, not in her love lifeobviously,but in other areas. She’s got a cool apartment, and she’s got amazing posture. I’d kill for a spine like that.”
This is honestly how she talks.Amazing posture?I laugh out loud.
“Keep up with those kinds of compliments,” I quip. “Just less of the love life comments, thanks.”
“She’s right,” Imogen joins in. “I’d so do you if I were gay.”
I snort diet coke out of my nose as I take a badly timed sip. “Thank you forthatvisual.” I cough and splutter while they both laugh at me.
When we land, it’s still just after lunch. I can feel the humidity already and we haven’t even stepped outside yet.
This trip is going to be so awesome! I can’t wait to get into a bikini and dive into the pool. For the first time since my breakup, I actually feel like things are a little less bleak.
There is no way I’ll be down in the dumps with these two around.
None of us have been to Cancun before, so the excitement bubbles as we make our way off the plane and into the airport terminal.
It takes a while to get through customs, but after we do, we wait by the carousel for our luggage. As usual, it’s slow, and everyone mills around, waiting.
When the carousel finally starts, the whole terminal is packed with people. I don’t see Mr. Bentley anywhere, thank God.I sigh with relief.
I only brought one suitcase plus my carry on, but we get two carts because Charlize is an over packer from way back.
When we finally load the last case onto the cart, we make a diversion to the bathrooms, or rather, my friends do, while I’m left to guard the luggage.
I walk over to the vending machine to buy a soda. When I turn back, I run right into a wall of steel and tumble sideways, losing my footing.
Two hands suddenly reach out and grab my forearms to stop me from falling.
“Holy crap, I’m sorry…” I begin, but I halt in my tracks because I’m met with icy blue, penetrating eyes that bore into me, his furrowed brow momentarily confused, as he tries to figure out where he knows me from.
Holy fucking crap. No, no, no!
“Ariana?” Mr. fucking Bentley says, assessing me as he grips onto my arms. “Is that you?”
For some reason, my mouth feels like sandpaper.
“Hello, Mr. Bentley. Yes, it’s me,” I reply, which is about as lame a response as you can get.
He frowns again. “Whatever are you doing here?”
I could ask you the same thing,hot shot.
“Umm, I’m on vacation with my friends.” I point over to my two travel buddies who reappear from the bathrooms.
Please do not ask me about James...
He nods, but I can’t tear my eyes away from his.
How did I not notice how smokin’ James’ dad is before? Or maybe I did during the champagne heist at the bar. Maybe I missed a lot back then because I was too besotted with his asshole son…penalty box, Ariana. Let it go.
And I mean, even noticing that Mr. Bentley is smokin’ hot is just so wrong, on so many levels.
“How lovely.” God, even his voice sounds like soft, gooey caramel. He has a concerned look on his face. “Where are you staying? We’ll have to have dinner. That is, of course, if you can spare the time.”
