No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,20
a couple?”
“In wristband only,” he clarified, though the longer he remained pressed up against her, the more his unruly body clamored for the real deal. “If we’re both wearing a red bracelet, which lets everyone know that we’ve found a match and are no longer interested in mingling, then we can give one hundred percent of our attention to what we need to do for our respective presentations. We can attend events together, or separately, without having to worry about other people thinking we’re still single.”
“That’s a great idea,” she said enthusiastically. “It’ll eliminate the problem of having to turn down overtures from men I really have no interest in.”
“Then let’s do it.”
“Right now?” She widened her eyes in scandalized shock as she deliberately chose to put a playful, suggestive twist on his words. “Here? In front of everyone?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, what can I say. Beneath this stuffy suit and tie, I’m really an exhibitionist.”
“Hmm. You and I might be compatible after all.” Her gaze sparkled with laughter. “Now let’s go switch out these wristbands.”
5
CHLOE MET AIDEN for a late morning brunch in the dining room, where they enjoyed an elaborate spread of food ranging from health-conscious dishes to rich, gourmet cuisine. There was something for everyone, and so far she was impressed with the resort’s selection of meal options, and the service, too.
She finished off her banana fosters crepe, and the efficient waitstaff promptly cleared her plate and refilled her cup with fresh, steaming coffee before she could even ask. She stirred cream and sugar into the brew and glanced across the table at Aiden, who’d just taken the last bite of his fully loaded omelet.
Today they were wearing matching red wristbands, indicating they were a couple, and so far, the ruse was working. None of the other singles approached them, which allowed both her and Aiden to just relax and do what they’d come to St. Raphael to accomplish.
“What are you in the mood to do today?” she asked him.
A wicked grin tipped up one corner of his mouth. “Is that a trick question?”
No, it wasn’t, but after that heated kiss on the plane and feeling his hard, masculine body moving rhythmically against hers as they’d danced last night, she could think of a dozen different things she’d rather do with him than the various ice-breaker activities the resort had to offer. But those more erotic, get-naked-and-burn-up-the-sheets-together type games weren’t an option for them, despite how much she wished otherwise.
“I was talking about what’s on the list of organized activities scheduled for the afternoon and evening,” she said, passing him the single sheet of paper listing the day’s events. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to check out?”
He leaned back in his chair and looked over their options. “There’s certainly a lot to choose from.”
She agreed. The activity director had covered the gamut of recreational offerings, from the basic getting-to-know-you trivia contests to the more lively, physically interactive games for those who enjoyed a bit more adventure and uninhibited fun. Each event was rated from mild to wild, so there was no confusing the level of sexual content in each activity.
Aiden glanced at his wristwatch. “Looks like there’s a golf tournament starting in half an hour.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Forget about it. Golf is one of the most boring sports ever.”
“How about the wet and wild T-shirt competition?” he suggested, and waggled his brows at her way too lasciviously.
He was such a guy. “Only if you’ll agree to learn the cha-cha with me,” she replied just as audaciously.
He visibly cringed at her suggestion, though the laughter in his eyes gave him away. “Okay, I guess neither of those things will be happening.”
There were a few activities on the list that no longer applied to them since they were now a couple. There was no need for the speed dating event, or any of the other singles mixers, so Chloe figured they might as well choose something fun and entertaining.
After taking a sip of her coffee, she tossed out the one idea that appealed to her the most. “I was thinking that the risqué charades could be kind of amusing to watch, but that’s not for another two hours.”
“That would give us some time to walk around the resort and check things out now that everything is in full swing.”
She nodded. “That’s a good idea. I also want to talk to Ricardo about setting up a time frame tomorrow for him to take certain