Page 57 of Get Lost

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kelsey cleared her throat. She swallowed hard, shaking her head.“You can’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

She huffed. “You know like what.”

“I don’t.”

“Just… don’t look at me at all anymore, Arroyo.”

His lips twitched. “Why not?”

“I don’t want you to.”

Alex breathed slowly, watching her, and Kelsey almost took the words back. He took a step forward. “Don’t you?”

Frowning, Kelsey asked, “Don’t I what?”

Alexander smirked. “Don’t you want me to look at you?”

She shook her head. She didn’t… did she?No.

Yes.

Gah!

He took another step forward and Kelsey’s pulse sped.

“We can’t.”

Alexander’s eyes met hers, darker than usual and sparking with lust. “We can.”

Kelsey shook her head again, but in truth, he’d stood there appreciating her body for so long that her knees were wet and her bikini bottoms were weak.

Or. Wait. That’s not right.

He stalked toward her. “Tell me you don’t want me, Kelsey.”

Kelsey gave her head a subtle shake to clear her mind, freezing when he smiled. He misunderstood the shake of her head.

“No, I…” Kelsey swallowed. Shit. She took a deep breath and tightened her cover up around her body, though it did nothing to disrupt the way he watched her so hungrily. She breathed deeply, then stepped past him. “Let’s get to work. You’re right, we do need to coordinate. That will help things go smoothly for your friends.” Getting back to business was the only thing that would save her from this very bad—downright disturbing—road she was heading down with Alexander.

Barrelingdown.

The cool night air carried through the house on a breeze that clearly didn’t reach inside her room because when she stepped into the hallway, the temperature dropped a good ten degrees. Or, maybe that was just because she’d put some much-needed distance between herself and Alexander.

Why was he looking at her like… like… like he wanted to eat her?

And why did she like that hunger in his eyes?

“What iswrongwith you?” she whispered. The answer carried to her on the breeze, a whiff of Alexander’s manly scent. She smiled, then quickly pulled her lips between her teeth because smiling about Alexander—unless it was to laugh at him—was unacceptable. He was absolutelynotmaking her feel things deep in her belly. Her knees had definitelynotgone weak. And her bikini bottoms, well, she chalked that moisture up to sweat because itwashumid here and Alexander Arroyo was not a man who could make her wet with desire.

“Everything all right?” he asked from much too closely behind her.

“Fine.”

“Yeah, you are.”

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