Page 7 of Hot for the Lifeguard
"Should I know who you are?" he asks me, looking confused.
I mean, the bell hop from earlier did, but maybe he doesn't watch woman's basketball? Actually, that's probably it. Professional women's basketball is barely popular in the US. I doubt anyone watches it down here in Mexico. The idea that he doesn't know who I am fills me with confidence because I like the idea that he wants me for me, not because of how famous I am.
"I'm Diana," I say breathlessly. Why does my voice sound so sensual? I've just met this man.
"Diana. My goddess," he whispers.
The way his warm breath feels against my skin, the way he's looking at me as if he's going to devour me, causes goosebumps to spread across my body and my nipples to harden. I've never wanted someone so much before, but that is where it needs to stop.
The tension between us fills the room. As we look into each other's eyes, neither of us seem to be able to look away. Both of us seem to be waiting for the other to move first.
"Luca. Luca," someone yells from across the room, breaking the tension between us.
Luca looks away first, his gaze moving toward the man calling him. He raises his hand, acknowledging him then turns back toward me. "I came here to meet some of my co-workers for happy hour, would you like to join us?"
I blink at his question. Is he asking me to hang out with him and his friends?
"Excuse me?" I ask, shaking my head. "You don't want me there."
"Yes. I want you to come with me and have drinks with my co-workers," he repeats.
"Do you work here at the resort?"
"I do." He answers but doesn't elaborate.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a lifeguard.”
Looking over at the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on I realize how young he looks, which has the thoughts in my head turning, “And how old are you?”
“I’m twenty-three. Come on, goddess, join me." He replies.
“No. I’m too old for you,” I mutter taking another huge sip of my margarita.
“You’re not too old for me. Just come join me over there. It will be fun,” he pleads, giving me puppy dog eyes.
I stare at him trying to figure out if he's serious but before I can reply no, I find myself saying, "Sure. I would love to."
Glancing down I notice I’ve drank most of my margarita already. Luca grabs Sam’s attention, “Can I get a beer, and she’ll have another margarita.” I let out a deep breath and follow him toward the table that everyone is sitting at. He places our drinksdown on the table before he pulls out a chair and then looks over at me and whispers, "For you, my goddess."
"Thank you," I reply to him as I sit down. My mind races because I can't recall a time when someone has ever done something so kind for me. Which probably says more about me than him, but I could get used to it if I stayed around here too long.
He sits down next to me, placing his arm on the back of my chair, getting comfortable. Taking a sip of my drink, I listen as he talks to the man across from us. "How was the rest of your day on the beach, Gael?"
"Easy. Nothing happened. Who is this?" the man who Luca called Gael asks, giving me an easy smile.
Luca's arm moves from the back of the chair to my shoulders. "Diana."
"Nice to meet you," Gael says, placing his hand out.
I can feel Luca tense up when I place my hand into Gael's.
"Nice to meet you," I say as I watch Gael pull my hand up to his mouth.
Right before he presses his lips to mine, Luca's hand pushes my hand away from Gael's face.
"Don't you dare," Luca snaps at Gael.
