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Martina gave him a measuring look. "You know, I think you’re right."

CHAPTER 5

When Tatum left her staff cabin the next morning, she wasn’t really sure how many people were going to show up for her class. They were arriving in Puerto Rico a little later so she had a

feeling at least a few people might sleep in, or spend the morning getting ready for their activities on island.

Martina had given her a little ‘push’ to get off the boat and do some exploring and that was a possibility, but she also wanted to make sure she kept her focus where it should be, on the couples.

Stopping in the café, she picked up a fruit bowl and before she could ask, the young man behind the deli case set her cup of hot water on the counter and set the package of green tea on top.

"Yikes," she laughed, "am I that predictable?"

He shrugged. "I pay attention."

She paid him and put a big tip in the jar. "So do I! Thanks for having it ready."

"That’s what we’re here for." He waved as she turned away to head toward the door.

"Oh! Alexander, what are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "I was debating with myself about eating now or waiting until I’m on island to eat."

"That’s a good question," she held up her fruit bowl, "maybe I can help."

He narrowed his gaze at it. "I’m not eating your breakfast.

"Oh, I wasn’t suggesting that," she laughed and moved to the side as the next customer headed for the door. "I was going to offer to share with you. Share." She nodded. "And don’t get any ideas

about the grapes. Those are all mine."

He held up his hands in surrender. “The grapes are all yours," he assured her, "but I should probably get my own drink."

"Oh yeah," she laughed, "I can’t remember if I put powder on my lipstick this morning and I doubt you’d be okay with my lipstick on the cover."

A strange look passed over his features, but there was no way she was going to ask him what it meant.

She waited for him to get his drink and tried to put her focus on the class, but it was difficult. She’d actually asked Alexander Wen if he wanted to share her fruit? She’d already reminded

herself twice that morning to keep her distance from him.

It wasn’t because he was rude or condescending. He was anything but.

The problem was that he was nice. He was good looking. Very much so.

But he was also a client of her employer.

He was matched with a beautiful woman with a killer body and money of her own.

Rich. Gorgeous. Amazing in so many ways.

And she had to keep her hands off!

So, why in heavens name had she offered to share? Goodness knows he was likely used to a five-star breakfast of dishes soexotic she’d be hard pressed to pronounce the ingredients, let alone

the name of the dish itself. How crazy was she?

"I’ve got my coffee." He walked up to her holding his cup and giving her an easy smile that made her heart beat wildly in her chest. "Do you want to eat here or-"

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