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“Yes.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
I’d taken a total of two vacation days since I started Kensington PR, my boutique public relations firm, six years ago. The first was for my grandmother’s funeral. The second was when I was hospitalized with pneumonia (chasing paparazzi in the dead of winter would do that to you). Even then, I’d kept up with emails on my phone.
I was work. Work was me. The thought of abandoning it for even a minute made my stomach cramp.
“That’s the deal.” Xavier shrugged. “Take it or leave it.”
“Forget it. It’s not happening.”
“Fine.” He turned toward the bed again. “In that case, I’m going back to sleep. Feel free to stay or fly home. It doesn’t matter to me.”
My teeth clenched.
That bastard. HeknewI wouldn’t fly home and leave him here to sow chaos in my absence. With my luck, he’d throw a public orgy on the beach tonight just to set tongues wagging and drive home the fact he wasn’t at the gala when he should be.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. We needed to leave in the next fifteen minutes if we were to make it to the gala in time.
If it weren’t for my eight o’clock date in London, I might have called Xavier’s bluff, but…
Dammit.
“I can do two days,” I said, relenting. One weekend wouldn’t kill me, right?
“Two weeks.”
“Oneweek.”
“Deal.” His dimples blinded me again, and I realized I’d been tricked. He’d deliberately started with a higher offer to barter me down to his original plan.
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets, and when he held out his hand, I had no choice but to shake on the time frame I’d proposed.
That was the worst part about Xavier. He was smart, but he applied it to all the wrong things.
“Don’t look at me like I killed your pet fish,” he drawled. “I’m taking you on vacation. It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
His smile widened at my icy stare.
One week in Spain with one of my least favorite people on the planet. What could possibly go wrong?
CHAPTER2
Xavier
Nothing brightened my day more than riling Sloane up. She was so predictable in her responses and so spectacular in her anger, and I loved seeing her ice-queen façade melt long enough to reveal a glimpse of the real person underneath.
It didn’t happen often, but when it did, I added it to the mental drawer where I collected all things Sloane.
“Ah, you’re one ofthose.” I flicked a gaze over my new publicist’s tight bun and tailored dress. “Uptight rule follower. Got it. You should’ve introduced yourself that way instead of with your name.”
The glare she bestowed on me could’ve leveled an entire city block.
Objectively, Sloane was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met. Blue eyes, long legs, symmetrical face…Michelangelo himself couldn’t have sculpted a better female form.
Too bad none of that came with a sense of humor.
She said something sharp in response, but I’d already tuned her out.
