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“Do you blame yourself for... what happened?”
“No.” He shrugged, then laughed. He actually laughed, a deep rich sound that rolled over her like dark chocolate. “We just married too young, settled down too soon, then grew apart. Becky wanted one thing, and I wanted another.”
Their eyes met, and the contact sent a fresh wave of heat and awareness ebbing through her. Instinctively she looked away. “So... what are you drinking? “
“This?” He raised the near empty glass, almost as if he was toasting her. “It’s a Tequila Sunset.”
Cassandra arched a brow. “Isn’t it a bit early?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” David shrugged, his eyes bright with mischief. “And hey, when in Spain...”
“But isn’t Tequila Mexican?”
“Smart ass,” he grinned ruefully. “Actually, the indigenous Mexican Indians did brew a fermented liquor from the same plant. What we know as Tequila was concocted by the Conquistadors after their brandy ran out, making Tequila actually Spanish and Spain’s only indisputable, worthwhile contribution to western civilisation. Just the thing for out here in the tropics. All the kick but none of the mess.”
He raised the glass to finish it, but at the sight of the drink swirling within the glass, Cassandra couldn’t resist. “Could I try? Just a sip.”
“My dear girl, there’s nothing but a sip left.”
“Please Mr Street, I left my water in the kitchen and it’s so warm out here...” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes.
Tempting minx
David cursed inwardly, his cock twitching at her little act. Dammit, the thing would start hurting if he didn’t get out of here. Forcing his smile to stay in place though he shifted ever so slightly to pass her the glass. “Help yourself.”
And that was when she saw it.
It was only a momentary glance as she reached to take the offered drink, but it was enough. Enough for her to note the bulge straining against his thigh through the fabric of his shorts, thick and huge. Enough to send a shiver racing through her. Enough to have her grabbing the offered cocktail and downing it.
God, had she done that to him.
Then their eyes met again, over the rim of the empty glass, and the warmth the spirit raced down to burn between her legs. It made her brave, ready to take a leap.
Still holding his gaze, she lowered the glass back to the ground, before slowly sliding her tongue across her lips, collecting the last of the fruit-laced bravery there. Then, moaning a throaty purr, she asked “Mr Street, would you mind putting some sunscreen on my back for me?”
David’s blood ran coldat the question.
