"And hang out for the rest of the time we're both here?"
She rolled her eyes. "I have bachelorette party duties. But outside of them, sure, we can hang out."
"Okay, deal." I put my hand out for her to shake.
"I feel like this is another trick." She eyed my hand skeptically.
"No trick, beautiful."
She looked up into my eyes. I had the urge to press her back against a wall again and do more than kissing. But I was just about to get her exactly where I wanted her. Luckily for me, I had a great poker face.
"Fine. Deal." She shook my hand.
"That's great," I said, "because I already promised to give all the dirtiest ones to Matt."
"What?"
"When we switched places for the sunscreen application, I told him I'd swipe some cards from the front desk and give him the dirtiest ones."
"You did trick me." She lightly slapped my arm.
"Yeah, maybe. But now I only get to..." I picked up another card. "Snuggle with you. So, you're welcome."
She glanced at the card in my hand. "We don't know each other. I'm not snuggling with you." She walked past me.
I laughed at the card I had just picked up. "How about you give me a hand job instead then?"
She started laughing. "Keep dreaming, Rob," she said over her shoulder.
That was something else I loved. The challenge of turning a no into a yes. After an awesome snuggling session she'd be eager to give me that hand job and then some. Besides, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get to know her. I found her attitude extremely refreshing.
Her ass was pretty amazing too.
Chapter 11
Daphne
Rob was right about me. So right that it stung. I hadn't even thought about how vulnerable falling in love left me. I was used to doing whatever I wanted every day, however I wanted. I was used to being in control. Am I really avoiding love?
I didn't flinch when Rob caught up to me and slipped his hand in mine again. It had been a long time since someone had held my hand. It made me feel safe somehow. Almost protected. But what I currently needed protection from was Rob.
I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye. He was gorgeous, confident, and a great kisser. A really, really good kisser.
I was never one to condone public displays of affection. I was always yelling at kids in the hallway at school. There was a time and place for everything, and kissing by a set of lockers wasn't that time or place. But I hadn't even been thinking about the appropriateness of it when he kissed me. All I wanted was more. A lot more. And the thought terrified me. I was only going to be here for a week. I had no idea how long he was going to be here. I didn't do one night stands. Why am I even thinking about this?
Because he's gorgeous, confident, and a great kisser. I quickly looked away from him when he turned his head toward me. Those three things were on my list for my soul mate. Pretty high up there too. But he was also infuriating. He assumed I wanted to kiss him, he didn't seem to have any filter whatsoever, and his confidence was borderline cocky. He was definitely not my soul mate.
"You still need to take off my bracelet for applying your sunscreen," I said, trying to push aside the thoughts rolling around in my head.
He smiled. "How long has it been since then?"
"I don't know. Ten minutes maybe?"
"Too bad. I think the rules state that the card must be swiped against the bracelet within five minutes of the activity being completed."
"What rules? There don't seem to be any rules at all for this game. If you don't swipe my bracelet, I'm going to tell Javier that you took that stack of cards."
"Yeah, I was talking to Javier the whole time. He knows I didn't take anything."
I didn't care how good his hand felt wrapped around mine. Besides, he was making me incredibly nervous and I was pretty sure my palms were getting sweaty. Which was mortifying. I pulled my hand away from his.
"Rob, you have ten seconds to swipe my bracelet."
He raised his left eyebrow. "Or what?"
"Or..." I let my voice trail off.
He smiled. It was no longer a question if he was cocky or confident. He was definitely cocky.
"Or, I'll tell Javier that you murdered an iguana and you'll be sent to Costa Rican prison."
He laughed. A low, deep, sexy laugh. "I can handle Costa Rican prison." He started walking again.
What? I quickly caught up to him. "What do you mean you can handle it? I bet the conditions aren't nearly as nice as American prisons. And I watched a documentary about that. American prisons aren't exactly nice either."
"Do you watch a lot of documentaries?"
"I'd say a normal amount, yes."
"That doesn't surprise me at all. But you're right, I'd rather not go back to Costa Rican prison. James was not happy at all when he had to bail me out last time." He grabbed my wrist, making me stop. "Besides, I am a man of my word." He pulled a card out of his pocket and swiped it across one of my bracelets.
"You've been to prison here?" I caught the bracelet as it fell off. That was another red flag. I didn't date guys that went to prison. Was that supposed to elicit a different reaction from me? Was I supposed to think it was sexy that he was all tough and rugged and went to Costa Rican prison? Damn it, why is that sexy?
"That depends on whether or not you're more or less attracted to guys that went to prison?"
"Definitely less."
"I'll take that as more. It's not even a good story, though. I'll spare you the details."
"Well, you have to tell me now."
"Make me."
I laughed. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, there are plenty of things you could do to me that would make me tell you whatever you want."
"Like..."
"Like," he grabbed a card out of his pocket, "give me your underwear."
I laughed. "I don't think so. I think I can live without the story."
"So that's a no for that one too." He shoved the card back in his pocket. "I was lying to Matt when I said I'd give him all the dirty cards, but if you're refusing to do them, it looks like I have no choice."
"Or you could keep some of them and use them on some other poor girl."
"That doesn't sound appealing at all. I fully intend to use all my cards on you."
"Is that supposed to flatter me?"
"Supposed to? I don't know about that. But based on how rosy your cheeks are, I'm guessing that it did."
I pressed my lips together. Stupid rosy cheeks. I didn't know how I was going to shake this guy. And I didn't even know if I wanted to. That was such a lie. I knew I didn't want to. I wanted him to push me against the wall again and do more than kiss me.
"My friends signed up for a bunch of activities. So I'm sure I'll be pretty busy for the rest of the day. You'll probably need to find someone else to hang out with if you want to put a dent in those cards."
"What a coincidence. My friends signed up for a bunch of activities too. Maybe we'll be at some of the same ones." He opened up the door for me, completely ignoring my comment about finding someone else.