could see the desire in his eyes. And I was sure it was reflected back in my own.
Lindsay snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Come on, Taryn. He can undress you with his eyes later. It’s time for massages.” I settled myself face down on the table and untied my bikini top, turning my head to face Lindsay and away from Wyatt. Lindsay lay down and smirked, “I think he just had an aneurysm when you took off your top.”
“You’ve got your top off too,” I pointed out. “No way, Taryn. It’s you. I could strip naked and do a rain dance around the pool, and he wouldn’t take his eyes off you.” I rolled my eyes before closing them to enjoy the massage.
Chapter Eight
Missing You
I made Lindsay stay for dinner and late into the evening until I was ready for bed. I could feel Wyatt’s eyes on me always, and I needed Lindsay here as a buffer. The next day Lindsay had made plans to go shopping with a friend, so I was on my own until she came over later for dinner. After sleeping in and taking a ridiculously long time getting ready for a day at home, my growling stomach finally forced me to venture out of my room.
I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room and right into Wyatt’s broad chest. He put his hands on my upper arms to steady me, but I shrugged away and stepped b ack against the opposite wall.
“Jesus, Wyatt! It’s kind of creepy to loiter in the hallway ,” I snapped at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, causing his t-shirt to stretch over his biceps. “I’m not loitering, Taryn. I’m trying to get a second alone with you to explain…” I placed my hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer.
“You want to explain? You want to explain how we met for coffee everyday for a month, and you never thought to mention you were hired to watch me? How you kissed me and touched me like I actually meant something to you? What was that, Wyatt? Just a perk of the job?”
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I swiped at them angrily. I was mad and I was hurt, but more than anything I was afraid that he would tell me it didn’t mean anything, and I didn’t think I could handle that.
He started to reach for me, but I backed away down the hall, shaking my head. “No, Wyatt. No.” I scurried into the kitchen where I knew Rosa would be, knowing Wyatt wouldn’t talk about this in front of anyone else. Before I turned the corner I heard his fist connect with the wall and I heard him swear, “Fuck!”
Rosa fixed me a plate and I ate in my room while trying to get started on my research paper. The computer screen kept blurring from the tears that constantly clouded my eyes, and after two hours I finally gave up. Since I hadn’t slept well again last night, I fell asleep the second I lay down on my bed for a nap.
It was close to dinner time when Lindsay woke me up. I realized I had been asleep for more than three hours. Great, now I would never get to sleep tonight. “Hey, how was your day?” Lindsay asked.
“Super,” I said sarcastically. “I yelled at Wyatt in the hallway and then hid in my room for the rest of the day.” Lindsay smoothed my hair, “Oh, Taryn. I wish you would just talk to him. Maybe it will all work out okay. In the meantime, let’s go see what Rosa is making for dinner and crack open a bottle of wine.” Make that two bottles if I wanted to get some sleep tonight.
Lindsay and I decided to eat by the pool, and as we walked through the living room I tried to avoid Wyatt’s eyes. But like a magnet I was drawn to him, and his eyes were filled with as much pain as I felt in my heart. When we got outside, Lindsay shook her head. “You both look miserable.”
When Lindsay and I came inside much later after finishing off the second bottle of wine, I found Dominic and Ethan watching TV in the living room. I stopped in my tracks and asked, “Where’s
Lindsay snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Come on, Taryn. He can undress you with his eyes later. It’s time for massages.” I settled myself face down on the table and untied my bikini top, turning my head to face Lindsay and away from Wyatt. Lindsay lay down and smirked, “I think he just had an aneurysm when you took off your top.”
“You’ve got your top off too,” I pointed out. “No way, Taryn. It’s you. I could strip naked and do a rain dance around the pool, and he wouldn’t take his eyes off you.” I rolled my eyes before closing them to enjoy the massage.
Chapter Eight
Missing You
I made Lindsay stay for dinner and late into the evening until I was ready for bed. I could feel Wyatt’s eyes on me always, and I needed Lindsay here as a buffer. The next day Lindsay had made plans to go shopping with a friend, so I was on my own until she came over later for dinner. After sleeping in and taking a ridiculously long time getting ready for a day at home, my growling stomach finally forced me to venture out of my room.
I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room and right into Wyatt’s broad chest. He put his hands on my upper arms to steady me, but I shrugged away and stepped b ack against the opposite wall.
“Jesus, Wyatt! It’s kind of creepy to loiter in the hallway ,” I snapped at him. He crossed his arms over his chest, causing his t-shirt to stretch over his biceps. “I’m not loitering, Taryn. I’m trying to get a second alone with you to explain…” I placed my hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer.
“You want to explain? You want to explain how we met for coffee everyday for a month, and you never thought to mention you were hired to watch me? How you kissed me and touched me like I actually meant something to you? What was that, Wyatt? Just a perk of the job?”
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I swiped at them angrily. I was mad and I was hurt, but more than anything I was afraid that he would tell me it didn’t mean anything, and I didn’t think I could handle that.
He started to reach for me, but I backed away down the hall, shaking my head. “No, Wyatt. No.” I scurried into the kitchen where I knew Rosa would be, knowing Wyatt wouldn’t talk about this in front of anyone else. Before I turned the corner I heard his fist connect with the wall and I heard him swear, “Fuck!”
Rosa fixed me a plate and I ate in my room while trying to get started on my research paper. The computer screen kept blurring from the tears that constantly clouded my eyes, and after two hours I finally gave up. Since I hadn’t slept well again last night, I fell asleep the second I lay down on my bed for a nap.
It was close to dinner time when Lindsay woke me up. I realized I had been asleep for more than three hours. Great, now I would never get to sleep tonight. “Hey, how was your day?” Lindsay asked.
“Super,” I said sarcastically. “I yelled at Wyatt in the hallway and then hid in my room for the rest of the day.” Lindsay smoothed my hair, “Oh, Taryn. I wish you would just talk to him. Maybe it will all work out okay. In the meantime, let’s go see what Rosa is making for dinner and crack open a bottle of wine.” Make that two bottles if I wanted to get some sleep tonight.
Lindsay and I decided to eat by the pool, and as we walked through the living room I tried to avoid Wyatt’s eyes. But like a magnet I was drawn to him, and his eyes were filled with as much pain as I felt in my heart. When we got outside, Lindsay shook her head. “You both look miserable.”
When Lindsay and I came inside much later after finishing off the second bottle of wine, I found Dominic and Ethan watching TV in the living room. I stopped in my tracks and asked, “Where’s
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