Page 35 of Sin City Lights

She slid open the heavy balcony door. The sound of rolling ocean waves soothed her ears, inviting her to come down to the water. From here, she could see the entire pool area, people sunning themselves and milling around, couples walking hand in hand, employees in white uniforms going about their tasks.

Adam came to stand beside her, gripping the railing.

The breeze ruffled his silky hair.“Nice, isn’t it?”

“It’s wonderful. The beach is my happy place, and this one looks amazing.”

“Have you ever been to Seven Mile?”

Eve shook her head.“Never. I’ve been to Jamaica and the Bahamas, but this is another level. Do you come here often?”

“This is where I always go in the Caribbean. It’s a great place forfamily gatherings. We meet here once a year. There is an Opal Suite, similar to this one. We always book both, plus a few smaller rooms.”

The bellboy arrived with their luggage, and Eve spotted a large white Rimowa she had never laid eyes on before.

“This one is yours,” Adam said, rolling it toward her.

She grasped the handle.“How—”

“I had Eleet pack everything they thought you’d need. Hopefully, it’s all in there. If not, we can always go shopping.”

Shopping. With Adam Larssen. For some reason, that struck her as funny. Would he be one of those men who impatiently looked at his watch, hating every second, or would he enjoy the process and participate? She couldn’t even imagine him inside a store. He looked like the type to order everything or have a personal shopper.

“Time to talk beds,” he said, his tone a little lower. Whatever came out of this man’s mouth sounded sexy, but talking beds was one level up.

“One room has a king. The other has a queen.” One corner of his mouth curved up.“You go ahead and take the king.”

She slanted a glance up to see his face, but her eyes insisted on resting on his Adam’s apple.“You’re taller. You should take the king. I’ll be fine with the smaller bed.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“OK, then. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“There’s a great place downstairs, right by the water. Swimwear allowed. If we change quickly, we can grab something there to take the edge off and still have time to hit the beach before sunset. We have dinner reservations at 7:30.”

“Sounds good. I need ten minutes.”

He looked up at the sky.“Thank you. A woman who doesn’t need a whole hour to get ready.”

Adam

Whoever at Eleet had packed her suitcase deserved either a dozen roses or a bottle of single malt.

Exactly ten minutes later, Eve emerged from her room, wearing a see-through white cover-up over an electric-blue bikini. The top covered her breasts completely, but she had a lot to cover, and the matching high-cut bottoms made her shapely legs look even longer. She wore no makeup and didn’t need any, either. On her small feet, flip-flops adorned with turquoise and blue flowers revealed toes painted fire-engine red.

She smelled like Coppertone.

Jesus. Maybe he should’ve packed compression shorts.

Her big brown eyes shone with a soft light he’d never seen in them before. She looked genuinely happy, and he congratulated himself for taking her out of Las Vegas. He didn’t know one person who didn’t become a happier, more relaxed version of themselves when they came to the Caribbean, and if she relaxed enough, perhaps he could finally come closer to getting what he wanted. If he got really lucky, she might want the same thing.

It was irrelevant that he had spent a fortune for time with her. He was not going to take a woman if she didn’t want him, no matter how much he had paid for the Platinum Package. For now, he would concentrate on enjoying his weekend with her, regardless of where it led, even though he hoped for the hot destination he desired.

Speaking of desire, the way she was looking at him right now made him think it might be a possibility.

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