Page 2 of Doctor Mile High
Snagging a small two-person table, I pull out the chair and take a seat. A small candle is lit in the middle, paired with a beautiful orchid. I’m at peace. I’m relaxed. The music begins to play, and I close my eyes, swaying to the wonderful beat.
“Is this seat taken?” a deep voice booms from my left, causing me to snap my eyes open, startled.
My drink spills over the rim of the glass, splashing onto my left arm and hand. I’m a mess.
“Apologies. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Annoyance bubbles up my throat as I do my best not to snap at someone who didn’t mean any harm. It isn’t like me to become quickly irritated, but I wanted to spend the rest of my night alone, soaking up as much happiness as I could before Landon got a hold of me again.
I wipe the daiquiri off my arm with a napkin and look up at the man who scared me. My breath catches. I’m positive I forget howto breathe when I stare into his green eyes, and my heart begins to hammer in my chest for a completely different reason.
He’s older than me, if the silver hair with darkened temples is anything to base his age on. His jaw is square, and he has high cheek bones with a bit of silver stubble, showing he hasn’t shaved in a day or two.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” I reply to a bit too breathlessly, my annoyance ceasing to exist.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful man in my entire life. I’ve never reacted like this either. My palms are sweaty, my mouth is dry, and I’m positive my heart is skipping a beat.
“May I sit? I’d love to enjoy this night with the most beautiful woman on this island.”
I blush, stirring my drink with the straw. “Is that what you say to all the women you see every night?” I’m sure he’s a charmer and can smooth-talk their clothes right off their bodies. And I can see why.
He’s tall, clearly over six feet, with broad shoulders and big hands.
I love big hands.
I imagine them wrapped around my throat with the slightest amount of pressure.
He smirks, pulling out the chair next to me and taking a seat. “It may come as a shock to you, but I don’t go around hitting on women or sleeping with as many as I can. That isn’t what I do.”
I lift a brow, not completely believing him. I’m a skeptical person by nature, and on top of that, I don’t know him.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, taking a sip from my drink, turning my attention to the live music and the beautiful voice that carries through the microphone.
“I’m Winston.” He stretches that oversized hand out for me to shake.
And I’m way too tempted to know what my own hand will look like wrapped in his. There’s a small voice in the back of my mind that warns me not to touch him, because I know once I do, I’ll want his hands all over my body.
Fuck it. What happens in Costa Rica, stays in Costa Rica.
I slip my palm across his, inhaling a sharp breath as a buzz sparks between us. His fingers are long and thick, engulfing my entire hand. I gulp, knowing I’m in trouble now.
“Dove,” I whisper, lifting my eyes to meet his.
“Dove.” My name finds a new depth coming from his tongue. “That’s a very beautiful name.”
“Winston sounds a little fancy.” I giggle, wanting to tease him.
“Well, it is a family name. I’m afraid I’m stuck with it.” He grins, setting his scotch glass on the table.
“It isn’t so bad.” I take another sip of my drink, the alcohol allowing me to be brave as my eyes travel up and down his body. “You make that name look very,verygood, Winston.”
I’m not always so forward.
In fact, I never am. I’m too busy working. My life consists of waking up, working, and going to sleep. I deserve to treat myself.
And Winston is most definitely a treat.
He props his elbows on the table, folds his hands together, drops his chin, and his eyes seem to darken as he stares at me.
