“Zeke’s card is on file. No need.”
She shifted her to
wel to the other hand and headed toward the opening to their own infinity pool.
“Just join me when you can.”
Luke waited near the door, but couldn’t take his eyes off the view...and he didn’t mean the ocean and tall palm trees.
Kelly slowly pulled her cover-up over her curvy body and tossed it onto a lounge chair. She adjusted her sunglasses over her eyes and dipped a toe into the water.
That bikini should be illegal.
The scraps of material and strings were just a simple black, but there was very little coverage. They made his bottoms look large.
Kelly stepped on into the pool and then dove under. She came up at the other end and rested her arms along the ledge as she stared out at the ocean.
Luke jerked when the doorbell rang. Clutching his towel in one hand, he opened the door with the other.
“Here you go, sir.”
The worker handed over another resort bag and nodded his goodbye. Luke closed the door and slipped back into his room. The minute he pulled out the new suit, he groaned. He wasn’t sure which one was worse, but this one did cover a little bit more.
Reluctantly, he changed and grabbed his towel. By the time he stepped outside, Kelly was lying on a chaise on her belly reading a book.
Those damn cheeky bottoms of hers were seriously taunting him. He should not be lusting after his assistant. He respected the hell out of her and his thoughts were taking a drastic turn from strictly professional to highly inappropriate.
Luke blew out a breath. He would just pretend they were in the office. That’s all. Surely he could do that, right?
But in the office he wasn’t looking at half her bare ass. He never would’ve made it through board meetings if that were the case.
“There has to be other trunk options than the two I’ve seen.”
Kelly glanced over her shoulder and busted out laughing. “What? You don’t like the big red lips on your...um...your...”
He resisted the urge to cover-up said lip section, but instead propped his hands on his hips. “Do I come across as the type of guy who would wear black spandex shorts with red lips on my junk?”
She rolled over onto her side, the sway of her breasts shifting with the movement, and Luke used a good bit of his willpower to keep his eyes on hers. Damn it, he needed a distraction.
“Do you have sunscreen?” he asked. “You don’t want to burn.”
“I sprayed myself, but I don’t know how well I managed my back.” She pointed to the table in the corner. “Grab that bottle and just give me a once-over, please.”
Luke sprayed her back, even going on down over her cheeks that were only half covered. He sure as hell didn’t want to have to rub aloe on her later if she got too much sun. He’d probably go up in flames if he had to touch her bare skin.
Once he was done—thankfully he didn’t have to rub anything in—Luke went to the edge of the water.
“It feels really nice,” she told him, turning back to her book. “We can go to the beach if you want. Or you can go alone. I don’t want to smother you on your vacation.”
For some reason, the moment she said smother, he got an instant image of her splayed over him. He was seriously going to have to create some distance between them or he would end up embarrassing himself.
“I think I’ll go take a walk on the beach,” he told her. “I need to clear my head. You just enjoy your book.”
He headed down to the shore at a record pace and hoped like hell she hadn’t noticed his blatant arousal. There was no way in hell he was going to make it to the end of this trip without crossing the line with his assistant.
As if he didn’t have enough to worry about with Wingate, now he wanted to strip that pathetic excuse for a bikini off Kelly and take both of their minds off their troubles.
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