“Not being able to get a room at a hotel doesn’t constitute a justifiable excuse to escape criminal charges for sex in public. Can you imagine the consequences if it did? People would be banging all over every lobby of every nice hotel. Especially over holiday weekends. It would be a disaster.”
“Wow. You really don’t like sex in public, do you?”
She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know and we’re not discussing this anymore. I just really can’t believe the manager took you seriously. That’s the point of this conversation.”
“Nah, the point is he was right to take me seriously because if I was married to you and I’d already been forced to keep my hands off you for the entire flight, you better believe I’d have made good on my threat if they didn’t give us a room.”
“The flight is less than fourteen hours long. It’s hardly as punishing as you’re making it out to be.”
“That’s fourteen fucking hours of sitting next to you and keeping my hands to myself. It’s way more punishing than I’m making it out to be.”
She turned her head to give me a look, but our gazes caught and held for longer than either of us intended for them to. There was incredulity in her deep blue depths, but there was some heat there too. It seemed talking about this was turning her on.
I didn’t have to know her well to know she’d never admit it, but I wasn’t about to ask anyway. She wasn’t the only one getting turned on, and I still didn’t want her to know I was attracted to her at all.
If I did, I wouldn’t put it past her to kick my ass out of the bungalow.
Her tongue darted out and she swiped it across her lips before giving her head a little shake. “Not being able to have sex for fourteen hours is hardly anything. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“Fine. As long you know we’re agreeing to disagree on your final statement.”
She rolled her eyes. “How old are you anyway? Aren’t we both a few years past being dominated by our sexual urges?”
“Thirty-eight. I’m not dominated by my sexual urges. I simply dominate my sexual urges.” I wagged my brows at her and grinned. “How old are you? Aren’t you a few years past being so repressed and judgmental about sex?”
“I’m not repressed or judgmental.” She dropped her gaze to the sand and sighed, dipping her head between her shoulders. “Okay, maybe I am a little bit of both of those things, but that’s not any of your business.”
I was burning to delve into that little nugget, but when she kept her eyes down, I realized it was time to let it go. “Tell me about your ex. Who leaves a woman like you at the altar?”
“Why would I talk to you about that? I hardly know you and that’s highly personal.”
“Who better to talk to than a stranger?” I asked. “At least you know you’d get an unbiased opinion.”
She didn’t say anything for a few beats. Then she sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Forming a bridge with her arms between them, she laid her chin down in the crook of one elbow and stared out at the azure blue swells rising and falling in the distance.
“Will and I were good friends for a long time. I should’ve seen it coming, but I really didn’t. When I called him and he said he couldn’t do it and that we both knew it was for the best, I was honestly shocked.”
“Shocked but not heartbroken?” Her voice hadn’t wobbled at all as she spoke. She sounded strangely detached, like she was talking about someone else’s wedding falling apart.
“Why would you say that?” she asked.
“Just from the way you said that. It doesn’t sound like you were all too interested in this guy. Unless you’re still in shock?”
She scowled at the horizon before climbing to her feet and dusting the sand off her ass. “You know what? I tried to talk to you, but it’s pointless. I think it’s best for me to just go.”
Storming off without another word, she left me wondering what the fuck had just happened. On the other hand, she’d been stood up mere days ago from what I could tell. It made sense that she’d be a bit volatile.
Her emotions were probably all over the place. She really didn’t seem all that torn up about the breakup, though. But maybe pointing