Page 80 of Wrong Room, Right Billionaire

“Oh my god,” Morgan says from behind me as he reluctantly follows me into the water.

“What’s the problem?” I ask and I venture in up to my chest. Although I’m smiling because I know what the problem is.

“Oh nothing. It’s just a little…” he trails off on the word he doesn’t want to admit.

“Cold?” I ask.

“Frigid,” he says, and I laugh.

“That sounds a bit dramatic,” I tell him.

“I’m a Florida native,” he argues, still struggling to go past his knees.

“I’m aware,” I tell him, splashing around a little. “So am I.”

“The beaches in Cabo are warm,” he states the obvious. “But the coves are…another story.”

“So are you going to whine about it, or are you going to come in?” I ask, and his eyes dart to mine. I return it with a snarky, flirty smile. Because while, yes, it is colder than the beach water and certainly colder than the temperature-controlled pools back at the resort, I am used to doing things like this. Going to places like this.

“Patience,” he tells me, inching forward a couple steps more.

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot the first time you set foot in the ocean was just a couple of days ago,” I tease, and his eyes narrow.

“You know what? Fine,” he says before trudging a few more feet into the water, paying no attention to the cold anymore, though I can see his muscles tensing as he goes. It’s not a bad view by any means. I’m certainly not complaining.

After that, I shriek as he dives into the water next to me, disappearing underneath and popping up again about ten feet further than I am. He tosses his head back, and water flies behind him. Meanwhile, a couple of people cheer around us, probably because the tourists are getting wild.

“You’re crazy,” I laugh as he smiles over at me.

“Too crazy?” he asks, swimming over to me. I giggle as he grabs me and picks me up, holding me in his arms to face him.

“Nah, I like it,” I tell him. “It’s nice to see you without a tie and wing-tipped shoes,”

“And it’s nice to see you strutting that sexy little ass of yours,” he says, his voice gravelly and teasing.

I think it’s safe to say he is flirting. Not pretending to flirt. There would be no reason for that right now because no one is taking photos of us. These are locals, people who have no idea who he is or who I am, or any reason to be filming any of it. In fact, no one is holding a phone at all. They’re too busy swimming and laughing and talking and enjoying the here and now, including jumping from one of the ledges into the water near the falls.

And speaking of that.

“How crazy are you?” I ask, running a hand through Morgan’s wet, tousled hair.

“What do you mean?” he asks with mischief brimming in his words. “Are you thinking of fucking off into the woods?”

I laugh, but shake my head. “No. I was referring to that…” I say, pointing up at the ledge people are cliff jumping from.

“Oh,” he lets out, clearly surprised that I am even suggesting it. “Yeah, I’m not so sure that’s my thing. Pretty sure this right here is the extent of my adventurous heart.”

“Yeah?” I ask before hopping out of his arms.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“You only live once,” I state before smiling and heading up the path leading up into the rocks.

“You’re not…seriously?” he stutters, but I just keep walking. “Scarlett. Are you for real?”

“Why not?” I ask.

“Well, for one, it’s like fifty feet in the air,” he says.