Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
The bed is enormous with a gauzy canopy that drifts in the gentle breeze from the open doors. The view beyond the bed is nothing but blue: the pool, the sea, the sky, all blending together in one long invitation to never leave.
A single word escapes me. “Wow.”
Adrian walks into the room and sits on the bed, those hungry eyes on me as I take in the view. I spot my suitcase in the corner and wonder if I’ll be sharing this room with him. I saw a few more bedrooms on the way, but what exactly is the deal here?
What is he expecting?
I’ve never actually… been with a man before. I’m twenty-four, but it’s never happened.
It just never felt right.
I saw my cousin Leah, who’s a year older than me, jumping in the pants of one sleazy boyfriend after another and I quickly realized I didn’t want that. I wanted to feel romance and passion and desire and lust. I wanted someone to sweep me off my feet and earn it.
I guess what I wanted was… this?
Nerves start hitting me as I realize what I’ve gotten myself into. Billionaires don’t exactly wine and dine young women for a week and not expect anything in return.
I keep having dirty thoughts of this man, but do I want more? Am I ready to give him everything?
“What are the sleeping arrangements going to be?” I ask nervously. I step back as I bite my bottom lip.
He slowly stands, those mesmerizing blue eyes looking like they could hypnotize me if he wanted to. “We’ll figure that out later,” he says in a low gritty voice. “You’ll sleep wherever you’d like. No pressure.”
“Thank you,” I say softly, clasping my hands together.
“How about you get in your bathing suit, I’ll have some drinks brought to the pool, and we can check out that beach?”
“That sounds perfect,” I say as I look out at the stunning view.
Adrian grabs my suitcase and lifts it onto the bed for me. He gives me one last devastatingly sexy look before he walks out, closing the door behind him.
He’s such a gentleman, closing the door and lifting my heavy suitcase so I don’t have to.
I instantly feel better and more at ease. He said I could choose any bed I want, but I can’t stop thinking about sliding into these sheets with him and feeling his warm possessive arms wrapping around me. I think about having his weight pressing me into the mattress, his skin sliding on mine, his mouth all over me… I get all warm and needy down there, so I squeeze my eyes closed and try to shut those dirty thoughts out of my head before I get myself into trouble.
“That’s enough of that,” I whisper as I open my suitcase and grab my bathing suits.
Should I go with the conservative one, the medium one, or the skimpy one?
It’s barely a debate.
I grab the skimpy one and put it on.
CHAPTER FIVE
Adrian
My heart is on overdrive when I see Maya strutting out of the room in a tiny white bikini. She has a see-through sarong wrapped around her waist and those delectable hips are giving me heart palpations. Her flawless skin is all shiny from the suntan lotion she just slathered on.
“Jesus,” I whisper as I run my hand over my stubbly jaw. “Now that’s a view.”
“The view is behind you,” she says with a smirk. Those adorable cheeks are blushing, but she puts more sway in her hips as she walks past me to the door.
“Coming?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.
I grin and yank off my shirt in one smooth motion, tossing it onto a chair. “Definitely.”
Her eyes widen a little and she holds her breath as her beautiful honey brown eyes roam over my shoulders, chest, and stomach.
“Did I mention our beach is a topless beach?”
She throws me a sharp look over her shoulder as she slides the glass door open. “Do I look like I was born yesterday, Mr. Drake?”
I shrug my shoulders and shoot her a smirk. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. When were you born?”
I know I’m older than her, but an age is just a number. Ages don’t matter when it comes to how two people feel about one another.
“I’m twenty-four,” she says as we head outside and walk down to the beach. She dips her toe in the pool on the way. “Is that too young for you? Or too old?”
I ignore her flirty smirk. “I’d say it’s just right. Am I too old for you? I’m—”
“Forty-two,” she says. “I googled you.”
“And what else did you find?”
“A lot.”
We hit the beach and I have to stop myself from staring at her breasts that are so jiggly on the uneven sand. It takes all of my focus not to openly gawk in awe at this woman.