to hers. They fit so perfectly together. He had such a strong effect on her and that made her very nervous. She could fall for him so easily. She would leave here with a broken heart if she wasn’t careful.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly in her ear. “You seem awfully distracted.”
“I was just thinking.” She kept her gaze straight ahead on the gentle waves crashing onto the beach just steps away.
“About?” When she didn’t answer, he spun her around to face him. “Talk to me, Sinclair.”
She sighed and gave in. Might as well jump in with both feet and admit her fears. “I was just wondering if we’d made a mistake.”
“A mistake,” he repeated with a frown. “Are you serious?”
Her mouth dropped open in surprise at his reaction. He seemed almost angry.
“You asked,” she said. “Look, Marcus … I’ve never done this sort of thing. I can’t just have sex and then go on as if nothing happened. I get emotionally involved. I’m not a one night stand or a one weekend stand kind of girl.”
“I know that,” he replied, a little gentler.
“We work together.”
“I know that, too.”
She opened her mouth, but he interrupted her. “Sinclair, I don’t know what you think this is, but a one night or one weekend fling it isn’t. I don’t want this to stop when we leave here.”
“But you live in Florida and I live in Detroit.”
“Have you ever heard of a U-Haul ?” he asked with a grin.
She raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you saying you would move?”
He shrugged. “Or you could move.”
Her eyes widened. “Me? No. I can’t leave my…” she sighed and stared at him in shock. “My best friend would never forgive me.”
“Then bring her along.”
Sinclair laughed. “Marcus, be serious.”
“I am being serious. If you don’t want to move, then I’ll move. Not a problem.”
She studied him closely and realized he was very serious. “We’re making these plans based on one night together, you realize that, right?”
Marcus snorted. “We’ve known each other a lot longer than one night.”
She nodded in agreement. She did know him well and he knew her just as well.
“And besides. I think that one night spoke volumes, don’t you?”
She smiled shyly and glanced down at the cup still clasped in her hands. “I have to admit, last night was definitely … wild.”
Her smile faded as old insecurities came rushing back. She’d spent most of her life over-weight, until five years ago when she’d hired a personal trainer. She felt there were areas that needed work and more fat on her body than was necessary. Sometimes, she still saw herself as that chubby, insecure little girl.
Marcus was gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted. She’d seen them flirt with him. She’d seen them stare at him like he was a piece of meat. What chance did she really have up against all those other gorgeous women?
“I don’t get it, Marcus,” she blurted, unable to stop herself. “Why me?”
“Why you?” he asked in surprise.
He took the coffee cup from her hand and set it on the small table to his right. With a look of I can’t believe you would even ask such a thing , he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.
He stood her before the mirror and put his hands on her shoulders as he moved in behind her.
“That’s why,” he said as he stared at her through the reflection. “You’re beautiful.”
He opened her short robe and spread it so they could see her figure in the mirror. Her breasts were full and still firm, her hips rounded, her stomach flat and firm but not thin. She felt the heat of a blush move over her cheeks. She grabbed the robe and tried to wrap it back around her, but Marcus wouldn’t let her.
“I’ve never liked reed-thin women. I like them with curves and valleys. I like my women to look like women, not little boys.”
Sinclair smiled slightly as she met his gaze through the mirror. He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly in her ear. “You seem awfully distracted.”
“I was just thinking.” She kept her gaze straight ahead on the gentle waves crashing onto the beach just steps away.
“About?” When she didn’t answer, he spun her around to face him. “Talk to me, Sinclair.”
She sighed and gave in. Might as well jump in with both feet and admit her fears. “I was just wondering if we’d made a mistake.”
“A mistake,” he repeated with a frown. “Are you serious?”
Her mouth dropped open in surprise at his reaction. He seemed almost angry.
“You asked,” she said. “Look, Marcus … I’ve never done this sort of thing. I can’t just have sex and then go on as if nothing happened. I get emotionally involved. I’m not a one night stand or a one weekend stand kind of girl.”
“I know that,” he replied, a little gentler.
“We work together.”
“I know that, too.”
She opened her mouth, but he interrupted her. “Sinclair, I don’t know what you think this is, but a one night or one weekend fling it isn’t. I don’t want this to stop when we leave here.”
“But you live in Florida and I live in Detroit.”
“Have you ever heard of a U-Haul ?” he asked with a grin.
She raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you saying you would move?”
He shrugged. “Or you could move.”
Her eyes widened. “Me? No. I can’t leave my…” she sighed and stared at him in shock. “My best friend would never forgive me.”
“Then bring her along.”
Sinclair laughed. “Marcus, be serious.”
“I am being serious. If you don’t want to move, then I’ll move. Not a problem.”
She studied him closely and realized he was very serious. “We’re making these plans based on one night together, you realize that, right?”
Marcus snorted. “We’ve known each other a lot longer than one night.”
She nodded in agreement. She did know him well and he knew her just as well.
“And besides. I think that one night spoke volumes, don’t you?”
She smiled shyly and glanced down at the cup still clasped in her hands. “I have to admit, last night was definitely … wild.”
Her smile faded as old insecurities came rushing back. She’d spent most of her life over-weight, until five years ago when she’d hired a personal trainer. She felt there were areas that needed work and more fat on her body than was necessary. Sometimes, she still saw herself as that chubby, insecure little girl.
Marcus was gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted. She’d seen them flirt with him. She’d seen them stare at him like he was a piece of meat. What chance did she really have up against all those other gorgeous women?
“I don’t get it, Marcus,” she blurted, unable to stop herself. “Why me?”
“Why you?” he asked in surprise.
He took the coffee cup from her hand and set it on the small table to his right. With a look of I can’t believe you would even ask such a thing , he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.
He stood her before the mirror and put his hands on her shoulders as he moved in behind her.
“That’s why,” he said as he stared at her through the reflection. “You’re beautiful.”
He opened her short robe and spread it so they could see her figure in the mirror. Her breasts were full and still firm, her hips rounded, her stomach flat and firm but not thin. She felt the heat of a blush move over her cheeks. She grabbed the robe and tried to wrap it back around her, but Marcus wouldn’t let her.
“I’ve never liked reed-thin women. I like them with curves and valleys. I like my women to look like women, not little boys.”
Sinclair smiled slightly as she met his gaze through the mirror. He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled
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