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“Something more adventurous.” I shrugged. “Sex on the beach? I’m not much of a fruity cocktail person.”
That got a smile out of him, maybe the first one I’d seen. “But she is.”
It was very unseemly of him to call me out like this. I flushed, but after a second, I nodded.
“Let’s try it light on the Schnapp’s, then,” he said, stooping for a shaker. Before long, he had a colorful drink in front of me, and I slapped down my tip. He nodded to the side. “Same table. Still eyeing you.”
What the hell. No point in being subtle. I took the drink, standing up. “You know how to make a customer happy.”
Stoic guy, he didn’t acknowledge I’d said a word, just turned to the next person. I kind of liked him.
I felt giddy and a little floaty, as if I’d had the whole drink instead of just a sip, as I slipped around a crowd and spotted Cameron—or Amelie, long and straight dark hair, blood-red glasses. Now having seen Cameron so… closely, it was obvious. I felt like laughing.
She was dressed like sex on legs in a tight-fitting red dress with a deep neckline, black pearls giving it a dark-tinged sophistication. She met my eyes as I came out towards her table, and her whole expression shifted, a hunger in her eyes. A primal desire in the way she looked me over.
“Lovely of you to join me… Cara,” she said, as I sank down in the seat next to her. “Sex on the beach? Are you trying to tell me something?”
“It was just the fruitiest drink I could think up in the moment.”
She licked her lips, shifting in closer. “You couldn’t have texted me to let me know you’d be here?”
“I said I might. That I’d consider it.”
“Hm. That doesn’t quite feel like letting me know.”
“Be honest. It gets you excited when I’m coy. Besides, you’ve been sitting here, watching, waiting. Who would I be to kill the anticipation?”
The hunger in her eyes flared up to the point where I thought she might just take me here at this table. “Tell me you’re still wearing it.”
I bit my lip, nodding. She laid her fingertips on my collar, brushing up to my chin.
“That’s what I like to hear. It feels good, doesn’t it, Cara?”
Something about it sent a thrill racing down my spine—the illicit rush of the hidden identities, even though mine was just a name. The implicit promise that everything we did like this was secret, would be hidden once we were Cameron and London again—it had me drawn tighter than a violin string and just as ready to sigh at the touch.
What was I doing? This was all over all kinds of lines, breaking all kinds of boundaries. But no part of me that I could pull up had any inclination to care.
I wanted Cameron. That was the only thing that mattered right now.
“You know—” I started, giving her dress a quick glance, “coming to a place like this, dressed like that… don’t you just get a lot of men hitting on you?”
“Mm-hm. So you know for sure I only came here to wait for you.”
It sent chills down my spine, but I wasn’t bending that easily. Cameron wouldn’t want that. “Smooth as that may be, what about before that?”
“Mm.” She ran her finger around the rim of her drink—the woman had gotten a martini, after all that talk about adventurous drinks. Unbelievable. It suited her well, though. “When I first started coming here, I thought it wouldn’t matter if it was men or women approaching me. I just wanted to explore. But… after I’d taken a woman back with me, I’d tasted the forbidden fruit. There was no going back from that. And—well, by now, I’ve just established a reputation for myself here. If any men try it, I politely let them know they missed the memo.” She pointed off into the crowd, spotting a man with a solid build and dark hair with stubble, mysterious mister movie star looks. “The one there tried it. I told him I had a perfect little fantasy of a woman I was already waiting on.”
The thought of Cameron Mercier herself turning someone down saying she was waiting for me was enough to send me reeling. Calling me her perfect little fantasy in the same breath winded me.
Still, I picked up my drink, taking a sip, looking away. “Which I’m sure you say to all the girls.”
She laughed, leaning towards me, resting her elbows on the table. “You don’t even believe that anymore, do you? At this point you are just saying it.”
She was completely right, but neither of us wanted me to admit that. “How’d he take it?”
She made a face. “A little too well when I mentioned it was a woman.”
“Ah. That kind of guy.”
