AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You want to grab coffee?” he asks, pocketing his phone.
The invitation is nearly enough to send me to my knees, but no. I definitely don’t want to get coffee with the owner of the resort. At the resort.
“I…” I can’t figure out what to say, so I drift off, my eyes casting downward.
Ben takes my chin in his hand, a move so intimate that I can’t breathe. “You…”
I turn my head to free it from his grasp, and he lets me. “I’m just not sure if getting coffee with the resort owner is the best move for me. I mean, I'm new here, and I really like the fitness center. I’d like to stay a while.”
“Got it. Of course.”
I meet his eyes and offer a sad smile and a shrug.
“It’s not a problem. Go find a cab and have them take you to the helipad. I’ll be there soon.”
“Oh. Okay.” It’s what I dreamed he would say, but now that he’s said it, I’m not sure how I feel.
“But…” Ben asks, attuned to my thoughts, apparently.
“But I’d like to go home and grab a few things.”
“What time would you like to meet me there?”
I glance at the big clock on the wall. “Nine?”
“How about ten. That gives you three hours to prepare.”
“Prepare for what?” I squeak out.
Ben steps even closer, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “The possibility that I’m not going to let you leave my island.”
He turns and jogs up the stairs without another word.
It takes me a full minute to recover, and when I do, I’m practically giggling with glee. Omg, omg, omg. Why, oh, why does this guy have to be so freaking perfect?
I pack a bag and shave every inch of my body, primping and styling the best that I can in ninety degrees with 100% humidity.
When I arrive at the helipad, Ben’s already there.
It’s a short flight to the island, and an even shorter drive to the house.
I feel like a damn princess, and Ben is doing nothing to dispel that. His arm drapes over my shoulder as he drives the golf cart.
I’m part of the Merit Island royal family, and this man is my king.
For now, anyway.
Just enjoy it while it lasts, Vicki.
“I thought you might be hungry,” is Ben’s only explanation for the epic picnic laid out on the patio when we arrive at the mansion.
“Oh, I'm definitely hungry.” I practically throw myself at the food, heaping my plate with sliced meat and cheese, fruit, soft rolls, and pasta salad.
“Oh, to be able to eat like that again.”
I look up from my feast, mouth full of bread. “What?”
Ben chuckles and I feel myself blush. “I just miss the days when I was your age, and I could eat anything I wanted.”
