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When he looks up again and meets my eye, I no longer see sadness or even hesitation. The desire is back.
Well, that makes two of us, buddy.
“I’m not sure what the next step is here,” he says finally, head cocked to the side so he can look at me.
“The next step is that you take me home with you.”
His eyes hit the ceiling for a moment as he tips his head back and sighs. “Well, I can’t do that. But I can probably get a room here at the resort for us to spend some time in.”
“Okay.”
Oh my god. I am freaking out right now.
“Do you work here?”
It takes me a second to process his question with my brain currently on overload.
“What? Oh, no. I don’t work here.”
“Say the words—I am not a White Sands Resort employee.”
“I am not a White Sands Resort employee.”
He considers my face for a long moment. “Would you say that under oath?”
“If you advised me to, I would.”
He shakes his head. “Fuck,” he mutters, so low I barely catch the word.
I am going out of my mind with excitement and nerves. All I can do is watch and wait for him to decide.
“I’m going to go to the front desk. If you’re here when I get back…” he trails off, seeming unsure of what to say.
“I’ll be here,” I tell him. Sure. Confident.
For a second, I think he’s going to change his mind, but he just shakes his head and walks out of the bar.
The second he disappears through the doorway, Sally runs to my side.
“What the fuck?” she hisses excitedly, grabbing both of my hands in hers.
“I don’t know! I mean, I guess I kinda picked him up. He’s going to get us a room. How did this happen? What the fuck?”
Sally squeezes her eyes closed and squeals silently in glee. “Girl, just go with it. That is like the most eligible bachelor on the island. Hell, in the world! Just go up to his room and do whatever he tells you to do.”
“Will you Google him really quick and make sure he’s divorced?”
Sally’s face breaks into a grin. “I don’t need to Google him. I know and it’s even better. He’s widowed.”
I grimace. “How is that better?”
She rolls her eyes. “No other woman drama. Besides, it was ages ago.”
“Should I tell him about Ainsley?”
Sally looks like I just struck her across the face. “What the fuck is wrong with you? No, you don't tell him about Ainsley. Screw Ainsley. He’s a spoiled little boy. You are about to bed yourself a real man.” She closes her eyes and proactively vibrates with excitement for me. “You’ve got this, Vic.”
But do I?
