Page 6 of His Hawaiian Heart
“Don’t be. I’m going to take the fact that you fell asleep so fast as meaning you were exhausted and not that you found my company incredibly boring.” When she began to speak, I said, “Hold on,” as I navigated over another, larger bump. This time when the car settled from being so rudely treated, I pulled to a stop and turned to speak directly to her. “Sorry, these roads aren’t exactly meant for limos. We’ll have to make the rest of the way on foot.”
She looked surprised. “I can’t ask you to go with me.”
“You said you’ve never been here before. Waimea Canyon is a huge place. What kind of jackass would leave you in the middle of the jungle alone?”
“I can think of at least three,” she said and when I growled, a slow smile curved her lips up in a way that made me want to press mine to them.
“I ought to tan your ass for demoting those assholes to jackasses. At least jackasses serve some purpose.”
“Some might say so do assholes.”
Her quick comeback threw me for a moment, but only long enough to picture what I was pretty sure had to be a totally different vision than the one she was speaking about. Those widened eyes and batting lashes weren’t insinuating that she actually enjoyed assplay, right? Shaking my head to clear it, I said, “Finish your soda and cheese while I grab your bags. You might want to pick out a few more snacks and a bottle or two of water.”
“Is this where I salute and shout, ‘Sir, yes, Sir’?”
“Keep it up if you want to find out,” I said with a grin as I opened my door and climbed out. I took advantage of the moment to adjust my cock which was trying to pull off its own salute at the sight of her peaked nipples. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such fun just talking.
I looped the backpack over one shoulder and hoisted her suitcase out. Its wheels might be great on most surfaces, but attempting to drag it over roots and rocks was probably not included in any advertisement of its mobility. Opening the back door startled her if the jerk of her body was an indication. “Sorry, ready to go?”
“Just a second,” she said, reaching down to pick up something she’d dropped. When she sat up, I saw it was a wad of currency.
“The ride was a gift,” I reminded her.
“Oh, this isn’t for that,” she said as she straightened the bills into a pile.
“Are you expecting me to drop my pants so you can slide those into the waistband of my boxers?”
The sound of her laughter filled the car. “I guess that would be another way to go.”
“Excuse me?”
She grinned and pulled another dollar out of her pocket to join its fellow Washingtons. “Just that I would have bet you went commando. But knowing you don’t, I’d say I’d rather like to see that, but I’m afraid this isn’t a tip either.”
“Then what’s it for?”
“The snacks, of course. I can’t find a price list, but do you think this covers it?” she asked, fanning out the bills so I could actually count them.
“I think it would be akin to highway robbery to pay that for a few bottles of water and a couple of chunks of cheese.”
She seemed to consider my response before shaking her head and tucking the money into one of the bins inside the refrigerator. “Believe me, I’ve traveled enough to know that minibars aren’t like the corner convenience store. Besides, I did what you said and took these too.” She held up a pair of water bottles and gestured toward her lap where she’d stashed a bag of cashews, a few pieces of cheese, and the container of papaya.
I grinned. “Just so you know for the next time you’d like some fruit. Those as well as mangos are free,” I said, pointing to the container. “Instead of a few chunks, all you have to do is look up and pick a fresh one out of a tree.”
“Something to look forward to,” she said then gave a wicked grin. “Not as much fun as watching you strip and discovering what sort of boxers I’m missing, but a gal’s gotta take what she can get.”
Before I could respond, she planted a hand on my chest and pushed me back out the door in order to crawl out herself. Standing, she gave me a once over. “Though I do suggest you lose the jacket.”
“It gets colder here at night than you might think.”
“Good to know, but I was trying to protect your feelings.”
“My feelings?”
“Of course. You seem like a very nice guy but if you show up dressed to the nines all spit-shined, it might make my coworkers feel underdressed and make you feel bad. They’ve been out here almost a week already. Though who knows, they say Hawaii is like the Garden of Eden so they might have gone native and be buck naked by now.”
I honestly had no response to that as all I could envision was Sam as my Eve, both of us buck naked. When she giggled, I suddenly suspected she knew exactly what I was thinking, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of a confirmation. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? I can’t imagine having to inform Mrs. Blackwell that I delivered her newest friend into the hands of a nudist colony. What would she think?”
“She’d probably think I was one very lucky lady and ask if she could join me,” Sam said, reaching for the backpack and tugging it off my shoulder. “Feel free to strip while I pack these.”
