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Authors: Vivienne Savage
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plenty of girls. You’re hot and you’re single, so it’s not like it’s a big deal.”
“I haven’t slept with a client in two seasons,” Dante said. “Not last season. Not this season. Not once.”
A sick feeling churned in my gut, lying beneath the fleeting sense of elation. “No one last year or this year?”
“No one.”
But me.
He took my hands gently, dwarfing them with his larger fingers. “We don’t have to do this, Alessa. Asking you to birth a child for me put you in a shitty position. Let’s forget it. The last thing I want is for you to feel used in any way. Leaving this island with your friendship matters more to me... than... than anything,” he confessed.
I shook my head. “No, I’m being dumb. I guess it hurt my feelings when you walked out yesterday. I’d just thought...”
“I offered to cancel,” he reminded me, a fact forgotten while I sniveled in my pity party.
“And I should have graciously accepted.”
He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed my fingers, sending electric tingles across my skin.
“I’m sorry. For assuming the worst about last night,” I whispered.
“I have a gift for you.”
I blinked. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Dante smiled. “I know, but I wanted to.” Releasing my hands first, he pulled open the velcro flap over his pocket and reached inside.
A gorgeous necklace glittered in the sunbeams filtering through my living room window. Pearls and small shells hung on gold wire, forming an elegant piece suitable for an underwater princess. A multi-hued scallop shell dangled at the center, red streaked with orange and cream.
“Dante, this is beautiful ,” I squealed once I found my voice.
“True mermaids wear something similar,” he said. “You resemble one.”
Dante fastened his gift around my neck, pressing a kiss against my nape before he stepped back. The central pendant hung right above the hollow of my breasts. Nothing in my jewelry box compared to the unique piece, which meant...
“You made this for me?”
He nodded. “I searched the ocean floor after rebuffing Mrs. Courtland. I wanted to find something special for you.”
I pictured him awake throughout the night hunting down little shells. Suddenly, the vast amount of pearls and polished stones in his grandfather’s inventory made sense. Dante found them. He found all of them. “Thank you. It’s the loveliest thing anyone’s ever given me,” I whispered with my chin low. It was too pretty to look away.
“Should I leave now?”
“No. Please stay. We should talk anyway.” With my hand in his, I guided him to the couch then fetched glasses of passion fruit juice from the fridge. He tried to coax me onto his lap, but I settled beside him instead, hoping to conceal my lack of panties.
“I still want to do this, Dante, but I think we need to clear some things up,” I said.
“I’m listening.” He plucked at the hem of my t-shirt, having a look before I could swat his hand away.
Damn. He saw. “So, while your, uh, alpha male thing is sorta hot, you can’t just show up whenever you feel like it for a quickie.”
“Who said it would have been quick?” Dante grinned.
Double damn.
Obviously quickie wasn’t in his vocabulary. Sometime later, deep into the afternoon, he had reduced me to a sweaty and limp pile of useless limbs. Sprawled facedown on my bed with Dante stretched out beside me, I was reminded of my dream. He stroked his warm hand over my back while I drifted in and out of consciousness. Each time I dozed off I startled awake, only to find he was still beside me.
“My willpower is weak,” I mumbled against the pillow. “I was going to resist you.”
Dante peppered kisses across my shoulders. “Come out with me for a swim. I want to make it up to you for yesterday.”
“I can’t even move off the bed and you want to swim?” I laughed and managed to flop over onto my back. “Besides, I think I’m supposed to lay here and let your guys have
“I haven’t slept with a client in two seasons,” Dante said. “Not last season. Not this season. Not once.”
A sick feeling churned in my gut, lying beneath the fleeting sense of elation. “No one last year or this year?”
“No one.”
But me.
He took my hands gently, dwarfing them with his larger fingers. “We don’t have to do this, Alessa. Asking you to birth a child for me put you in a shitty position. Let’s forget it. The last thing I want is for you to feel used in any way. Leaving this island with your friendship matters more to me... than... than anything,” he confessed.
I shook my head. “No, I’m being dumb. I guess it hurt my feelings when you walked out yesterday. I’d just thought...”
“I offered to cancel,” he reminded me, a fact forgotten while I sniveled in my pity party.
“And I should have graciously accepted.”
He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed my fingers, sending electric tingles across my skin.
“I’m sorry. For assuming the worst about last night,” I whispered.
“I have a gift for you.”
I blinked. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Dante smiled. “I know, but I wanted to.” Releasing my hands first, he pulled open the velcro flap over his pocket and reached inside.
A gorgeous necklace glittered in the sunbeams filtering through my living room window. Pearls and small shells hung on gold wire, forming an elegant piece suitable for an underwater princess. A multi-hued scallop shell dangled at the center, red streaked with orange and cream.
“Dante, this is beautiful ,” I squealed once I found my voice.
“True mermaids wear something similar,” he said. “You resemble one.”
Dante fastened his gift around my neck, pressing a kiss against my nape before he stepped back. The central pendant hung right above the hollow of my breasts. Nothing in my jewelry box compared to the unique piece, which meant...
“You made this for me?”
He nodded. “I searched the ocean floor after rebuffing Mrs. Courtland. I wanted to find something special for you.”
I pictured him awake throughout the night hunting down little shells. Suddenly, the vast amount of pearls and polished stones in his grandfather’s inventory made sense. Dante found them. He found all of them. “Thank you. It’s the loveliest thing anyone’s ever given me,” I whispered with my chin low. It was too pretty to look away.
“Should I leave now?”
“No. Please stay. We should talk anyway.” With my hand in his, I guided him to the couch then fetched glasses of passion fruit juice from the fridge. He tried to coax me onto his lap, but I settled beside him instead, hoping to conceal my lack of panties.
“I still want to do this, Dante, but I think we need to clear some things up,” I said.
“I’m listening.” He plucked at the hem of my t-shirt, having a look before I could swat his hand away.
Damn. He saw. “So, while your, uh, alpha male thing is sorta hot, you can’t just show up whenever you feel like it for a quickie.”
“Who said it would have been quick?” Dante grinned.
Double damn.
Obviously quickie wasn’t in his vocabulary. Sometime later, deep into the afternoon, he had reduced me to a sweaty and limp pile of useless limbs. Sprawled facedown on my bed with Dante stretched out beside me, I was reminded of my dream. He stroked his warm hand over my back while I drifted in and out of consciousness. Each time I dozed off I startled awake, only to find he was still beside me.
“My willpower is weak,” I mumbled against the pillow. “I was going to resist you.”
Dante peppered kisses across my shoulders. “Come out with me for a swim. I want to make it up to you for yesterday.”
“I can’t even move off the bed and you want to swim?” I laughed and managed to flop over onto my back. “Besides, I think I’m supposed to lay here and let your guys have
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