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It’s a deliberate choice not to put on any clothes before I return to the living area of our suite, but I do both of us the favor of wrapping a towel around my waist.
I find her sitting out on the balcony, hiding in the shade and sitting cross-legged on one of the lounge chairs, her laptop resting on her legs and her shoulders slumped, in the middle of typing something. She barely looks up, even though she must have noticed my presence.
“Didn’t I tell you that this was no business trip?” I say, languidly walking toward her.
She looks up at me, and I relish the way her lips twitch at the sight of me. Her gaze travels across my chest, rising to my face only slowly and with effort, as if she was forcing herself not to linger.
“I just wanted to—”
She gasps when I fold her screen down and lean over to fetch the closed laptop from her lap.
“Hey!” she protests, and her hands fly up, awkwardly flailing against my chest as she tries to grab the laptop from my hands.
“No work,” I insist, throwing her a warning look. “There’s no need for you to check your e-mail or extinguish any non-existent fires back home. You are officially on vacation.”
She scowls at me, but I can tell that she has no fight left in her. She doesn’t need to work, and she doesn’t want to work. She’s just looking for something to distract herself from the temptation that is me—and I won’t let her do that.
“Fine.” Her eyes are flitting back and forth between my chest and the ocean, where the sunset is now in full progress.
“Let’s go for a walk on the beach,” I suggest. “Before it gets too dark.”
She scans me from head to toe. “Okay. Shouldn’t you… get dressed then?”
“I think you should get a little less dressed,” I tell her. “I hope you brought your bikini.”
I don’t wait for her response, but turn on my heels, feeling her eyes on my back as I walk back inside.
“Though, it probably doesn’t matter. We have our own private beach right downstairs. No need for clothes there,” I add.
I can only imagine the look on her face right now, but I resist the allure of turning around to see. Still, I do her the favor of putting on a short-sleeved shirt above my swim trunks.
The warm Hawaiian evening sun greets us with a gentle embrace, when we step out of our suite, taking a private path down through the greenery to the beach. Madison has changed into a green bikini, her sun-kissed skin radiant against the backdrop of the island’s lush landscapes. A light cover-up gracefully drapes over her shoulders, the sheer white fabric revealing more than it conceals.
A surge of desire courses through me, and I find myself grappling with the urge to reach for her hand as we walk along the path. Her presence has a magnetic pull, one that’s impossible to resist. But she’s not my goddamn girlfriend and we’re not here on our honeymoon or some bullshit like that.
This is just a fun little getaway to have my way with her. And if things go the way I hope they will, this trip might open more than one door.
Instead, I take a step closer to her, matching my stride with hers as we make our way to the beach.
“Where are we going?” she wants to know. It seems like she’s sensing that I have a specific destination in mind, which I do.
“I want to show you something,” I say. “Down at the beach.”
“The sunset?” she asks.
“That’s just an added bonus.”
“But you won’t tell me what it is, will you?” she probes, one eyebrow raised and her arms crossed in front of her chest when she looks at me from the side.
“That’s correct,” I tell her.
I’ve planned something special for us, a hidden spot down at the beach that will finally give me the opportunity to settle a score with her.
As we approach the shoreline, the scent of the sea fills the air, and the sound of the gentle waves lapping against the sand is a soothing melody. I glance at Madison and her eyes reflect the azure of the ocean as she smiles against the setting sun.
“Wow,” she breathes.
“Right?” I say. “Come, I want to show you something.”
