of his head and a hint of a smirk on his lips, he adds, “Nash, you almost sound disappointed.”
It hits me like a heat wave. I’m not disappointed. If he wanted to join that was on him, no skin off my back. But that’s not what I say because something else is bothering me. “Did it ever occur to you that she wants you? She would have let you do whatever you wanted to her?”
“Did it ever occur to you she’s not the only one I want to please?”
With that, he turns and walks into the house, and I watch through the window as he takes his bottle of whiskey to the kitchen. I swallow what’s left of mine and stare down at the empty glass.
And I realize something major. I expected him to be a part of what just happened, almost like I wanted him to.
16
We’re not talking about what happened last night. And I guess I should feel bad that I finally had sex with Nash, but I don’t. Because for the first time in eleven months, I felt something. And not just a mind-blowing orgasm, but something deeper than that. Something that made me feel alive. So, when I finally laid my head on the pillow last night, I fell into an easy sleep, dreaming of Nash’s hands and Ellis’s eyes.
There’s a soft knock on the door after I get out of the shower. When I open it, Nash is standing there but instead of his regular business suit and shoes, he’s wearing shorts and a snug-fitting T-shirt. As our eyes meet, I expect there to be awkwardness between us, but he only smiles at me, and a grin stretches comfortably across my face.
“Good morning,” I greet him.
“Morning. I know you said you were leaving today, but I realized you haven’t even been out on the boat yet, so Ellis and I decided you need to have a little fun before you go.”
With a twist of my lips, I gaze at him with a skeptical glare. “Out on the boat? Don’t you have work to do?”
“I can take a day off.”
“Nash Wilde take a day off?”
When he winks at me, I feel my knees weaken. I could blame him for trying to coax me into another scandalous situation like last night, which definitely will not happen again, but I don’t bother telling him that. Instead, I tighten my grip on the towel wrapped around me and say, “Let me get dressed. I’ll be out in fifteen.”
The boat dock is on the other side of the island, so when I come out of my room in my swimsuit and cover-up, Ellis and Nash are packing up the UTV with supplies, mainly a cooler and towels. When he sees me approaching, Ellis’s face lights up with a warm smile and he walks over to greet me with a hug.
“Sleep well?” he asks.
“Yes, thank you.” Already we’re dancing around what happened last night. I can feel it, but it’s not awkward. It’s almost…exciting. I’ve never done anything like that before. I loved it, I mean, clearly. Being ordered around and watched like I was some kind of sex slave…it was the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, and that’s saying something.
“So, I thought we could head to the cay south of here. There’s a beautiful place to swim and a local bar and restaurant on the island,” Nash says, coming up to stand next to us.
“Sounds perfect,” I reply with a smile.
“We packed drinks, but if you want something specific—”
“I’m fine, Nash.”
He’s being weird. In fact, he’s been weird since yesterday when we came back from the city. More attentive, more generous, and it’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but he’s trying too hard. Or I guess he’s trying, period. And I’m not used to the new Nash.
Once the supplies are all packed, we take off on the lightly paved path around the island to the opposite side where there is an old hangar and the boat dock. We load up the speed boat, the smallest and yet most expensive looking boat they have parked out here, and as I climb aboard, I admire the two men working to get everything ready to go.
I’ve always appreciated the fact that Alistair was the kind of man who could have all the money in the world and was still willing to get his hands dirty and break a sweat. It seems he instilled that in Nash too, because watching these two men working