Don’t trust strangers.
Never get yourself into a situation you can’t control.
Think before you act.
If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.
A free trip to Miami with a gorgeous man—what was that if not too good to be true? I had trusted Aiden enough to come to Miami with him, leaving myself in a situation I couldn’t control. I hadn’t thought about the consequences, and now I was trapped.
“Chloe?”
Shit!
“Coming!”
When I opened the door, Aiden was standing in the hallway, shirtless. I startled and tried to get myself together while simultaneously letting my eyes drop to his waistline and the deep V shape along with the ink that disappeared into his shorts.
My body warmed, and I took a shuddering breath.
“Everything all right?” Aiden asked. “I hope switching to a horror flick was okay with you. If you don’t like horror, we can watch something else.”
“I’m fine. The movie is fine.” I didn’t even know what he had selected, but I couldn’t look at that gorgeous, inked, distracting body any longer. I’d made a huge mistake, possibly the worst mistake of my life.
“You don’t look fine.”
I glanced back at him, trying not to stare at his naked torso but unable to tear my eyes away from the swirling designs and rippling muscles. Angel’s wings and a halo touched the center of his chest. Ocean waves crashed around his shoulder, and a long, tattooed necklace wrapped around his neck and trailed down to his navel.
“Where’s your shirt?” I asked. I wasn’t even sure where the words came from, but it was my voice.
“I spilled my drink on it,” he said quickly. “Stop deflecting. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve been crying,” he stated. “Did I piss you off?”
“No. I think I’m just a little tired.” I needed to get away from him. I needed to figure out how I was going to regain control of the situation and get myself the hell out of there. “Maybe I’ll just head to bed.”
His bed. Oh yeah, that was the perfect solution.
I ducked around him and walked quickly to the bedroom. If I could get away from him for a while, maybe I could figure out what I should do next.
Aiden followed me into the room and leaned against the doorjamb.
“What’s wrong, Chloe?”
“I’m fine!” I snapped. I dropped to my knees and started digging through my suitcase like I was looking for something, but I didn’t have anything in mind. I just didn’t want to meet his eyes.
“Very convincing.” He didn’t try to hide the sarcasm.
“So, does everyone usually call you Hunter, not Aiden?” I asked in a futile attempt to change the subject.
“What?”
“Your friends,” I clarified, “Lo and Mo—they called you Hunter. Is that what people usually call you?”
“Yeah,” he replied quickly. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Did Lo say something to you when you were on the beach last night? I know those guys can be a little intense when you aren’t used to them.”
“They were fine. Lo didn’t say anything.”