Page 66 of Get Lost

Chapter Twenty-Six

The sky was a pale shade of lavender, darkening to a deep purple as it drew closer to the horizon. The sun hadn’t quite risen yet, and Kelsey loved these early morning moments, just before the sun made its presence known each day. She didn’t very often get to enjoy sunrise, as she relished sleep even more, but, restless and weary, she’d finally forced herself out of bed this morning. And she was glad she did, because that purple hue over that turquoise sea was a sight to behold.

She stood in the kitchen, snacking on a muffin while she looked out over the beach. She’d barely slept at all last night with Alexander sleeping in the same room.

And the mansnored.

Becauseof coursehe did.

Maybe she should visit a psychic, see if she could find out who she pissed off in a past life and try to rectify her mistakes. Was there a twelve-step program to right the wrongs of past lives? A reincarnation compensation of some sort?

Although, she’d made some mistakes in this life too, apparently; one of them had given her an earth-shattering orgasm last night, and the other would probably arrive at the villas at any moment. Kelsey ran her hands over her face and let out a little groan of frustration. What were the chances that her bride would have hired Jean-Luc to create her wedding cake? One in a million? A trillion? The chances were slim, right?

Maybe it wasn’t even Jean-Luc. It could be anyone. Surely there was more than one male wedding cake designer in France.

She shook her head. That heaviness in her gut told her she was wrong to even hope it was someone other than Jean-Luc Dumonde because she wasn’t that lucky. And after the way things had been going for her lately, what with Reagan flaking, winding up on the same flight as Alexander—and being forced to share a bedroom with him—luckwas absolutely not on her side.

So now she had two men to avoid all weekend, while sharing a villa with one of them and—

Actually, she’d probably be sharing a villa withbothof them. But…

This gave her an idea. Maybe she could switch rooms with Jean-Luc. Then he could sleep in that room with Alexander, and Kelsey could sleep in a room by herself.

Heh. Maybe Jean-Luc was a blessing in disguise.

She groaned, pressing the palms of her hands into her closed eyes. Of all the wedding cake designers in the world, she was about to work an event with the one she’d slept with just two weeks ago.

So much for not mixing business with pleasure. She’d had a good run, but now she’d really screwed up.

Twice.

Nessa better drag her ass out of bed soon. Kelsey needed her advice. Of course, Nessa, smart girl what she was, would likely tell Kelsey not to shit where she eats.Too late!It was one of Nessa’s rules. Kelsey wasn’t even allowed to shit where Nessa ate, though shamefully, that hadn’t stopped her.

But it was justoneguy at The Peacock.

Okay, fine,two.

But she hadn’t done it again since.

What could Kelsey say? She loved sexy men and sexy men loved her. And sex should be freely experienced, no strings attached, whenever and wherever, regardless of who might work with the person.

Unless, of course,Kelseyworked with the person because that hadbad ideawritten all over it. Look at the predicament she was in now! Two sexy chefs, one villa, and both with the uncanny ability to render Kelsey stupid with lust.

God, Alexander had left her more than just stupid last night. He’d left her shocked, unsteady, and desperate for more. At the memory of last night, heat rushed south and Kelsey had to squeeze her thighs together. She shook her head, staring at her sad champagne-free orange juice. What was she going to do about the two man-shaped problems she faced this weekend? One of them, she’d already slept with, and the other, well…

The other shewantedto sleep with.

Kelsey sighed. Admitting that horrible fact to herself was painful.

Alexander was an asshole. He pushed her buttons and drove her crazy, but had somehow known exactly how to please her last night. The pent-up sexual frustration had been building between them for so long that he’d been able to bring her to release in a matter of moments, then left her standing by herself in the ocean without a word, the aftermath of her orgasm dripping down her thighs, and the aftermath of his orgasm dripping down her back.

Theaudacityof that man.

She’d swam then, desperate for the wakeup call she’d gone in search of before Alexander joined her in the water, no longer afraid of what might lie beneath because anything was better than what lay ahead, waiting for her in that villa with a smirk on his stupid face.

After about twenty minutes, when she was sure he was long gone, she’d pulled herself from the warm waters of the Caribbean and bathed in an outside shower she’d discovered on the side of the villa during their earlier tour of the grounds. When she finally returned to their shared bedroom, Alexander was in the shower, and she’d been relieved to find the room empty. He didn’t need to see just howmeltyhe’d rendered her, thank you very much. Not that he wasn’t painfully aware—he’d had to hold her up for a handful of minutes after she came.

Then he’dlet her goandwalked away.

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