Page 61 of Too Hard to Resist

‘I had a fantastic evening!’ Her eyes sparkled. Seeing her so happy made my chest inflate several sizes. Making Sammie smile was becoming one of my favourite things to do.

Sammie.

I liked that she asked me to use her nickname and said that we were friends.

Although I would be lying if I said friendship was what I wanted from her.

‘The activities you organise are really cool.’

‘We try. The location helps. We have so many beautiful places nearby. We are always looking for new ideas to add to the itinerary though.’

‘Oooh! If you’re looking for stuff to do at the hotel to help couples bond, you could try a games night on the beach. You could do board games or just play question-related games, like Two Truths and a Lie, where they say three things and the other person has to guess which is the lie, or Never Have I Ever, or This or That.’

‘This or That?’ I frowned.

‘Yeah, like starter or dessert.’

‘Alwaysdessert,’ I replied.

‘Same!’ Sammie held my gaze for a few beats. ‘I… I have loads of other ideas. Sometimes my boss lets me organise the teambuilding activities at work and any parties we have. I really enjoy it.’

‘Those are great ideas. I will pass them on to Victoria.’

‘Yay!’ she said.

‘And I am glad you enjoyed your evening. I should not be surprised. The food was delicious, the setting was magical and you got to drink some good-quality wine.’

‘Yes! And don’t forget about the company. That was okay too.’

‘Okay?’ I glared. ‘First you compare me to a man in his seventies, then you spit in my face and now you call my presenceokay? Do you like insulting me?’

‘Oops!’ She covered her mouth with her hand. ‘I forgot about that Mr Bean stuff!’ She burst into a fit of giggles.

‘And now you laugh at me!’

‘I’m not! Well, sort of. It’s just that when we met and I said you looked like someone, you rolled your eyes, like, “Mamma mia! Not this again.”’ Sammie started talking in a terrible Italian accent. ‘“It is so tiring to be compared to a hot, sexy actor all the time!” So, I wanted to teach you a lesson.’

‘That was a terrible impersonation. Is that how you think I sound?’ Now it was my turn to laugh.

‘It wasn’tthatbad!’

‘No, it was worse!’

‘Scusi,’ she said and the sound of her genuinely trying to talk in Italian sent electricity shooting through my veins. ‘Obviously you look nothing like Mr Bean.’

‘No, because I look like Sheldon.’

‘Sheldon is an attractive man. But no, you don’t look like him either. You lookmuch, much better…’

Sammie’s voice trailed off and she bit her lip.

As our eyes locked I noticed there was something burning in hers.

Was it desire?

Was Sammie attracted to me?

Usually, if a woman was interested she would flirt openly or touch my arm like some of the guests had done.

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