Stand-In Saturday (Love For Days #2) - Kirsty Moseley Page 0,42
bikini. I had to distract myself for the last couple of hours with anything other than sitting next to her because every time I look at her, she gives me a boner. So inappropriate—and talk about uncomfortable.
I shift in my seat now, making sure my sketchbook covers my arousal, as she sits up and checks the time on her phone.
“Do you think we should head up now?”
Her gaze flicks to me; those brilliant green eyes meet mine, and I lose all train of thought.
She tilts her head, watching me. “Theo? I said, should we head up now? It’s gonna take me a while to wash and dry my hair and get ready for the party tonight.”
I clear my throat and nod dumbly. “Oh, right. Yeah. Sure. We could order room service, if you’d like.”
She grins that cute little smile, luscious, full lips pulling up at the corners as she nods along with my suggestion. “Perfect.”
Actually, you might just be, Luce.
She points at my sketchbook. “Can I see? It’s not one of those caricature things, where I’ve got five chins and a hook nose, is it?” She laughs and chews on her lip as her eyes flick up to mine hopefully.
I’m not one to be precious about my drawings, so I hand the sketchbook over to her, watching her reaction. As she looks down at it, she gasps, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping open. Her expression is awed, and pride swells inside me like a balloon.
“Oh, wow, this is amazing.” She hasn’t taken her eyes from it yet. “I’ve seen some of your drawings. You know … because of work and stuff.” Her cheeks pinken, and she doesn’t look at me. “You’re incredible. This is beautiful. I mean, I look amazing.”
She laughs incredulously as if I somehow falsified her or enhanced how she looks. I didn’t. It’s pretty much as accurate as I could get it. She is amazing.
My ego inflates at her compliment. “Thanks. And you do look amazing.” I stand and quickly turn my back, awkwardly adjusting myself so I don’t show her just how damn amazing I think she is. Shrugging on my T-shirt, I pick up the towel from the sun lounger and half screw it up, using it as a shield to hide my crotch.
I turn and watch as she sets my sketchbook down, picking up her own clothes from the sand and shaking them out. Every couple of seconds, her eyes dart back to the drawing, and a smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she pulls on her clothes too.
Once we’ve collected everything, we trek across the warm sand and climb the steps to the hotel.
“Let me go see if that extra room is ready.” I nod towards the reception desk as we walk inside.
The lady beams over at me, obviously already knowing what I’m about to enquire about because she brandishes a keycard and seems pleased with herself.
“Ah, great, thanks.” Even to my own ears, my voice sounds flat.
I’m disappointed they fixed the room issue so quickly. I liked sharing a room with Lucie—minus the shitty sofa bed with the broken spring, of course. I enjoyed waking up and seeing her, watching her sleep like an absolute creeper, and then drawing her while she was unaware of it. No, that beach sketch wasn’t the first I did of her. But in my defence, I couldn’t help myself this morning. There was a strip of light bleeding in through the curtains, slowly sliding across her face; the shadows it created were fascinating, and before I knew what I was doing, I was searching my luggage for a pencil and paper, so I could try to re-create it. I’m going to miss the opportunity to do that again tomorrow morning. Not going to lie, she’s a lovely thing to wake up to.
“Can we order room service from here, or do we have to phone it in?” I ask the receptionist.
“I can certainly help you with that.” She smiles and picks up a couple of menus, sliding them across the desk to us.
Lucie and I scan the menu for a minute or so and then put in our order, asking for it all to be delivered to her room, seeing as I’m going to be in there, packing up my stuff for a while.
Just as we’re finishing up, someone shouts my name from the other side of the lobby.
I turn, and my stomach dips when I see who called. So far, I’ve