Fuck, that sounds hot. “Mmm. With your hair in a bun?”
Juliette scoffs. “What kind of librarian would I be if I didn’t wear a bun?”
I brush a little bit of sauce from the corner of her bare lips. They’re the perfect shade of rose even without lipstick, and I can imagine them wrapped around the end of a pencil. Or other things.Thickerthings.
Our eyes are locked, green ones to aqua. “I’m going to get a library card as soon as I get home.”
“That’s good. There’s nothing hotter than a man with a book,” she purrs. “Make sure to check out some of my books when you get there.”
I’m fully hard behind the zipper of my black cargo shorts. “You bet your ass I will.”
We’re both leaning over the table, so close we’re sharing air, but our flirty little moment is interrupted when someone bumps into our table.
“Shit, sorry,” a woman says. “Oh, hey, Juli.”
“Victoria, hi!” Juliette says brightly, sitting back in her chair and smiling up at the woman and her partner. I’m pleased to see her cheeks have that pretty blush on them again, and I subtly adjust my cock in my pants.
Victoria’s got a cute dark hairdo, and the guy with her is a Latino man who is looking at Juliette in a way that makes me want to punch him in the fucking face.
Victoria glances down at Juliette’s bracelet. “Elvis and I were wondering if you wanted to come over to our cottage and play tonight.” She looks at me. “Your friend can come too.” Then her gaze falls to my bare wrist. “I mean, if he wants to. You’re welcome to come by yourself.”
Juliette reaches out and grasps Victoria’s hand. “That’s so sweet of you, but I’m going to have to buckle down and get some writing done tonight. Maybe another time?”
“Of course. Just let us know when you’re available.” The woman pivots and stretches out a hand to me. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Victoria Martinez, and this is my husband, Elvis.”
“Reno,” I reply, not giving my last name as I shake both their hands. “Nice to meet you.” It’s not. Because they want the same woman I want, but I’m trying to be polite.
“Everyone is so friendly here,” Juliette says after they move on. “This morning at breakfast, two other couples asked me to hang out with them tonight.”
I’m sure they did.She seems blissfully unaware of her own appeal, which only makes her more appealing.
“What’s your writing goal for today?” I ask, resuming my meal, but it doesn’t taste quite as good as it did a few minutes ago. I don’t want Juliette to “play” with any of these other people. I selfishly want to tuck her into my bed and keep her there for the next two weeks.
You’re leaving in two days, Reno.
“I want to get two chapters done today and then four tonight. It’s ambitious, but I promised myself a cloud-watching excursion tomorrow if I finish,” she says, taking another bite of her fish.
I resume eating as well, though I have no idea what I’m even putting in my mouth at this point. I’m too busy looking at Juliette. Watching her push food into her mouth. She’s not sloppy at all, but she eats heartily, not like a prissy little food-poker who never actually takes a bite. I like that.
“What time did you sign up for dinner tonight?” I ask.
She pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth. “Sign up?”
“Yeah, you have to sign up for a time. Apparently it keeps everyone from showing up at the same time and overcrowding the restaurant.”
“Shit, I didn’t know that. Where do you sign up?”
“In the lobby. There’s a sheet on the reception desk. Most of the early spots were full when I signed up earlier, so you might get stuck in the nine o’clock time slot.”
Her face drops. “Oh. Well, I’ll just eat inmy room tonight.”
“We can add you to my table,” I say hopefully, but she shakes her head.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll probably be working anyway. And the room service was good when I ordered in last night.”
“What about tomorrow night? Since you’re sleeping in, I can sign us both up in the morning before my run.”
She smiles that brilliant smile again. “That would be great. My last name is McNamara, and I’m in cottage four, if you need to put that down.”
