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step out of the car, hoping to just move things along as quickly as possible just to get it over with.
“I hope you know I’m not going into any bedroom with you anytime soon,” I say.
He grins at my words, making me think back on them for a moment before shaking my head, quickly, as I realize how that I sounded.
“Or ever ,” I add emphatically.
He laughs again, finally stepping out after me and leading me into the hotel with a hand at my back. “We’ll see about that. It certainly won’t be tonight, I can promise you that much.”
Or any night , I promise myself silently.
True to his word, he doesn’t lead me to the front desk to check-in or to the elevators to head up to some room. Instead, he guides me to the pool area just beside the lobby.
“Best spa in the city,” he says by way of explanation. “You’ll like it. I promise.”
Despite my reservations, I can feel myself getting a bit excited at the prospect. I hadn’t been able to treat myself to a spa day in ages, and even though there was a hot tub at the pool in my apartment complex, it had been broken for years. Soaking in a hot tub might actually ease all this tension that had built up in my shoulders in the past few hours of enduring Romeo’s pursuit.
“But I don’t have a swimsuit,” I say when I realize this problem.
Romeo gestures to one of the chairs nearest the pool, finally releasing his hold on me. A small bag sits on the chair, too opaque to reveal its contents.
“Do you think I’d forget something so crucial?” he asks with that charming grin back in place. “Changing rooms are to your left.”
I blink, surprised at how well thought out this whole excursion was. I expected him to haphazardly throw together some plans and expect me to jump into bed with him after seeing him flaunt his fame and fortune around, not to plan things out so thoughtfully. I frown, inwardly, and shake those thoughts out of my head. A bathing suit wasn’t about to change my mind about everything I knew about him.
When I take the back into the dressing rooms and pull out the swimsuit inside, Romeo lives up to the terrible reputation he had shown me once more. The bikini inside was beautiful and soft to the touch, but barely covered anything . I make a sound of disgust and throw the thing back into its bag, all but ready to march back out there and give him a piece of my mind. If he thought I was going to wear this —.
I pause, looking down at myself. I did get dressed up and April did suggest giving him something to miss once he failed to win me over. Stripping down to a bikini could only help this cause, and it wasn’t as though I wasn’t secure enough in my own body to wear such a thing.
Mind made up, I strip out of my dress, folding it carefully to keep it from wrinkling, and step into the bikini, tying the knots carefully behind my neck and at my hip.
There.
I look at myself in the mirror for a moment, satisfied. Romeo would get the eyeful he wanted, and then he’d never see it again—that’d show him.
He’s lounging in one of the chairs by the hot tub when I reemerge from the dressing rooms, clutching my clothes close to myself. I feel my cheeks heat up when I see him rake his eyes down my body without any hint of shame, and his lips curl up again as he holds a hand out to me.
“Come.”
I ignore him, bypassing his hand entirely to set my things down on a chair far away enough from water that they wouldn’t get soaked. Then, still ignoring his beckoning gaze, I step into the hot tub and sink in down to my shoulders, making a soft, content sound as the heat surrounds me.
Romeo joins me a second later, still apparently amused by my adamant refusal of help from him. He sits almost uncomfortably close to me, draping my arm over my shoulders and stroking his fingers up the side of my arm. The lull of the heat of the water keeps me complacent—I would normally struggle free of his grip, I tell myself, but this moment is too nice to
“I hope you know I’m not going into any bedroom with you anytime soon,” I say.
He grins at my words, making me think back on them for a moment before shaking my head, quickly, as I realize how that I sounded.
“Or ever ,” I add emphatically.
He laughs again, finally stepping out after me and leading me into the hotel with a hand at my back. “We’ll see about that. It certainly won’t be tonight, I can promise you that much.”
Or any night , I promise myself silently.
True to his word, he doesn’t lead me to the front desk to check-in or to the elevators to head up to some room. Instead, he guides me to the pool area just beside the lobby.
“Best spa in the city,” he says by way of explanation. “You’ll like it. I promise.”
Despite my reservations, I can feel myself getting a bit excited at the prospect. I hadn’t been able to treat myself to a spa day in ages, and even though there was a hot tub at the pool in my apartment complex, it had been broken for years. Soaking in a hot tub might actually ease all this tension that had built up in my shoulders in the past few hours of enduring Romeo’s pursuit.
“But I don’t have a swimsuit,” I say when I realize this problem.
Romeo gestures to one of the chairs nearest the pool, finally releasing his hold on me. A small bag sits on the chair, too opaque to reveal its contents.
“Do you think I’d forget something so crucial?” he asks with that charming grin back in place. “Changing rooms are to your left.”
I blink, surprised at how well thought out this whole excursion was. I expected him to haphazardly throw together some plans and expect me to jump into bed with him after seeing him flaunt his fame and fortune around, not to plan things out so thoughtfully. I frown, inwardly, and shake those thoughts out of my head. A bathing suit wasn’t about to change my mind about everything I knew about him.
When I take the back into the dressing rooms and pull out the swimsuit inside, Romeo lives up to the terrible reputation he had shown me once more. The bikini inside was beautiful and soft to the touch, but barely covered anything . I make a sound of disgust and throw the thing back into its bag, all but ready to march back out there and give him a piece of my mind. If he thought I was going to wear this —.
I pause, looking down at myself. I did get dressed up and April did suggest giving him something to miss once he failed to win me over. Stripping down to a bikini could only help this cause, and it wasn’t as though I wasn’t secure enough in my own body to wear such a thing.
Mind made up, I strip out of my dress, folding it carefully to keep it from wrinkling, and step into the bikini, tying the knots carefully behind my neck and at my hip.
There.
I look at myself in the mirror for a moment, satisfied. Romeo would get the eyeful he wanted, and then he’d never see it again—that’d show him.
He’s lounging in one of the chairs by the hot tub when I reemerge from the dressing rooms, clutching my clothes close to myself. I feel my cheeks heat up when I see him rake his eyes down my body without any hint of shame, and his lips curl up again as he holds a hand out to me.
“Come.”
I ignore him, bypassing his hand entirely to set my things down on a chair far away enough from water that they wouldn’t get soaked. Then, still ignoring his beckoning gaze, I step into the hot tub and sink in down to my shoulders, making a soft, content sound as the heat surrounds me.
Romeo joins me a second later, still apparently amused by my adamant refusal of help from him. He sits almost uncomfortably close to me, draping my arm over my shoulders and stroking his fingers up the side of my arm. The lull of the heat of the water keeps me complacent—I would normally struggle free of his grip, I tell myself, but this moment is too nice to
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