“Just let me see,” she told him, motioning for him to come out. “It can’t be that bad. It’s just a bathing suit. We’re adults.”
“Oh, this suit is very adult,” he growled. “Did you tell them to find the smallest suit for me?”
Kelly’s brows drew in. “Is the size too small? I didn’t know how big your...how big... Uh, what size you’d need.”
Her pink cheeks would be adorable in another capacity, but not when his nether regions were being squeezed to death.
“I don’t think it’s the size,” he gritted through his teeth. “I think even two sizes up would be skimpy.”
“Skimpy?” she asked, her eyes wide. “I certainly didn’t ask for that. Can’t you just put on another set of trunks? I asked for them to send three male bathing suits.”
“Oh, they sent three,” he countered. “They’re all the same, but in different colors. Black, navy, and red.”
And that wasn’t all they’d sent. He’d opened the bags and gotten a sneak peek on the rest of his wardrobe for the week and he wasn’t too keen on that either, but at least it would cover up his manly bits.
“Can I just see?” she asked. “I swear I won’t take a picture and post it.”
She snickered a little and he glared. “I have to say I’m not trusting you much right now. First you kidnapped me—”
“You really need to adjust your terminology,” she corrected. “This is a much needed vacation.”
“And then you have the resort deliver sacks full of tourist clothing with a bikini bottom only a woman should wear.”
“If I’d told you what to pack, you would have known something was up,” she explained. “Listen, you’re just going to have to come out wearing that and I swear, I won’t laugh.”
“You already laughed and I’m not even out yet.”
“It’s out of my system. Promise.”
As if to prove her point, Kelly shrugged, causing the cover-up to dip off one slender shoulder. He tried like hell not to look at the swell of her breast just above the bikini top, but he couldn’t help himself.
This was not ok. None of it. He shouldn’t be looking at his assistant’s ample chest...and he sure as hell shouldn’t be enjoying the way she looked. How the hell would he react when she took her cover-up off? One thing was for certain, she would definitely know if he liked it if he left these damn skimpy bottoms on.
Muttering under his breath, Luke closed the door and looked around the room for a towel. He grabbed one from his en suite and wrapped it around his waist before opening the door once more.
“Let’s go,” he told her, holding the knot at his side with a death grip. “You have to close your eyes as I’m getting in and out of the water.”
Her eyes dipped to his chest, then lower, before she brought her focus back up to his eyes. Was that desire he saw looking back at him? No. No way. Kelly had been with him for five years and she’d never once acted like she was attracted to him.
He needed to ignore the fact she had more skin exposed than he was used to and remember they were adults and professionals. This was nothing more than a relaxing vacation that she went to a good deal of trouble to make happen.
“No electronics?” he asked.
She held up her hand. “I promise, I put mine away with yours. I won’t post anything about your little boy shorts.”
Luke glowered at her. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Possibly, but it’s only the first day,” she told him. “You’ll learn to enjoy yourself, too. That’s my goal.”
“I’d rather your goal be to call the gift shop and ask if they have real trunks for a man.”
Kelly pursed her lips. “I suppose I can do that.”
He waited while she stepped into the living room and used the house phone to call the gift shop. A moment later, she hung up and turned to face him.
“All done,” she told him. “Someone is on their way with more options.”
“I’ll pay for this pair,” he told her.