When it's time to leave Eleanor escorts us outside. She hugs each one of us in turn, insisting we have much fun in Miami. I hug her a little too longer when it's my turn, savoring the last feel of her warm embrace.
God knows the emptiness I'm starting to feel from this point onwards."Take care, honey," she murmurs softly, her smile maternal."I will. Thanks for everything," I utter sadly.We all slide inside the van, and Peter hits the engine. Having one last opportunity to enjoy the beautiful Yellowstone and its landscape, it's precisely what I do throughout the ride.Sam and Malik engage into a conversation, and the rest of us remain silent to our thoughts. I can't describe what I'm feeling right now, but it's surely not something I could term as bliss.About an hour later we arrive at the same airport that landed us a week ago. I remember Peter pickingI run my fingers through my curls, searching for an intelligent response. "What is it that you want, Mr. Darcy?" is the only thing I come up with.How lame! My subconscious tuts.Liam's eyes glow amorously, shutting the distance between us. I blaze inside, my blood thrumming riotously. I should move . . . but my legs refuse."I want you, isn't it obvious?" Liam whispers hoarsely."Huh?" Damn, he's really making me lose my mind. I gulp at his mocking and godly look that devours the tremble of my lips."And I know you want me, too," he remarks confidently, grazing his thumb on my mouth. Fuck! "However, I don't understand why you're pushing me away, and I can't stand it,” he breathes against my neck and it feels quiet electrifying, lascivious in my part.I can feel his heartbeat . . . and mine takes a dangerous pace. Oh yes, I want him, now, right in this place, but I'll never admit."I ca
Sam and Malik are indulged into a small talk. Being alone with Liam in the back is nothing but an ingredient for catastrophe. I'm almost yielding to this his little, enticing ploy of toying with my weak reserves."Oh God." I squirm, startled, Liam's hand reaching the apex of my thighs."What?" Sam cocks her head back.Can't you be discreet? My subconscious yells, and back onto her seat, scowling."Nothing, I think I bit my tongue," I reply, feeling like the best liar in the world.I hope they buy it."Damn you," I mutter soundlessly, eyeing Liam who grins like a child."Are you okay, Ms. Jones?" He keeps sliding his fingers smoothly all over my skin . . . heading to my— Oh no!My tummy tightens, a foreign arousal invading me. "Um, yeah," I utter and grab his hand at the same time.I swear I may start moaning all the saints' names if I don't deal with this playboy hiding beh
I need to change into something comfortable. A sleeping robe? No, maybe a T-shirt dress, I decide. When done, I climb on my bed, that's extremely comfortable, ready to call it a day.Or maybe not yet, because a knock at the door flips my body over."Who is it?" I ask while fixing myself up."It's me." Liam's voice hits my senses, and I shriek.God, what does he want now?"Just a sec," I tell him hurriedly, trying hard to wipe off my stupid grin. How do I look? I put my messy curls presentable.Just pathetic and horny! My subconscious answers with glee, enjoying my torments.With a sigh, I open the door."I came to say goodnight," Liam says while shutting the door."Oh really? I hope you do such a nice gesture to everyone, right?" I blush big time, folding my arms across my chest."Not really, I'm not that generous," Liam says with an exhausted sigh, his sexy eyes s
For a moment Malik disappears from my sight, and when I find him, he's sucking a Popsicle whilst holding a bucketful of vanilla ice cream and a box of popsicles at the bucket top."Are you having fun?" I ask laughingly."Totally." He beams brightly.Seriously? I just shake my head to the sides, stunned. "Okay, I guess." I shrug."I love this shopping thing, it's nice." He grins."Oh yeah? Because of having a popsicle so early in the morning?""Among other things.""You're really something." We laugh,Malik adds a carton of beer, four bottles of wine; two whites and two reds, and I add a gallon of tropical juice and two cartons of drinking water."Oh, I totally forgot," he utters, regarding the water."I know," I whisper in his ear, before pushing my way to the counter.Our cart is full, and I'm sure we've got all the necessities. I open my w
I pause for a second, watching her. I wish I could tell her that Liam is the one I'm crazy about but I don't have the guts to; call me chicken, coward, and all other names to fit the scenario, but this is it. I can't do it."Yeah, we just get along fine, nothing more," I stipulate seriously. "And please don't insinuate this again, it's annoying," I add, moving back to my business."Sure, if you say so," Sam mutters, and I know she's still unconvinced. "I got a call from the office," she says, and I smell trouble."Why? What happened?" I ask warily."They were asking if I'm in L.A, that way they can trap me into an emergency work." She takes a seat on the barstool, and I place my arms on the countertop."They should go to hell.""I know, right?""Yes. They should find that bitchy assistant you hate so much." I laugh, and I'm sure I've landed myself a new topic.There's one colleague of hers an
"Why can't you just tell him how you feel already? I'm tired of the same old song, you know. Are you afraid that he may not feel the same way?" I cock my head to face Sam,Well, what can I lose from a simple question?"Maybe," she answers with a heavy sigh. "I've never been rejected before, and I always get all the attention I need. But for the first time I'm scared to be a loser; I'm afraid that he—" She suddenly gives me a suspicious look. "Wait, why should I tell you about it while you refuse to tell me about your secret affairs?"Secret affair? I almost hit the brakes."What do you mean?" I woman-up and ask, my heart racing."You keep exchanging glances with Malik, and when I ask, you keep denying," she starts the same speech, and I'm kind of relieved either way. "If it's not the secret romance, then there's something you two are hiding from us; I wasn't born yesterday."Well . . ."Suppose you're
I arch my brows. Just okay? I don't think he's excited at all, and I wonder what he really likes about his idea of having fun."You don't like beaches, do you?" I take my chances."I just don't have time for this." Liam smiles, but seems to really mean it."Oh come on, Liam! It's just once in a while, and you're on a vacation for Christ's sake!" I practically sound reproachful, and he seems amused. "You should seriously loosen up a bit, like what your mother said, work can wait sometimes.""Liam, huh?" He looks down at me, and I gawp. "I love it, Kira." He gives me his best smile.I've so forgotten about our infamous honorifics. I blush profusely."I mean, Mr. Darcy." I tease, and we both laugh. God, I love talking to him. "So you're not really happy being here, in the middle of this tropical paradise?" Our hands are constantly colliding, sending me a light shiver as our fingers graze."I'm only here becau
We had an amazing time at the beach. After dinner we are now having drinks at this cool club with nice Latino music filling the air. Jamal and his gorgeous blonde are the one who led us here. I'm not really a clubbing material, but right now it simply feels perfect. I'm having so much fun . . . talking and drinking with my two girls.The guys kept arguing about football earlier, so we kindly asked them to get lost. Who wants to know what Messi and Ronaldo did, or did not do last season? Even right now we can still hear them arguing as they're seated at the bar, not far from our booth."I hate football," Jamal's blonde utters."Tell me about it." Sam rolls her eyes while pulling the cocktail glass to her mouth. "But it's like every guy in the world loves it, and some of us just have to put up with the nonsensical arguments."I smile and say, "Exactly how they put up with your discussion about the type of nude lipstick to match your skin tone."