Chapter Twenty Five

Nathan looked unsure as he led me into my suite at the hotel. I wanted to appear as careless as possible but I was brewing with anticipation and excitement from inside. I guess Nathan figured that out already.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He asked me, swiping the key to my suite.

The sudden words startled me and I turned to glare at him. "Why would I do something like that?"

Nathan said nothing, his hands in his pockets and watching me intently. I left the strappy sandals on and walked inside the room, tightening the knot of my silk robe, cinching at the waist over nothing but a skimpy pair of bikini, the fabric sticking to my skin, still damp from my after-swim shower.

"Mr. Rutherford is waiting for you. Do you want me to come inside?"

I opened my mouth to answer him but a deep voice beat me to it. "Fucking leave, Nathan. My wife doesn't need a bodyguard around her own husband."

Nathan just kept staring at me as if to confirm it from me. I opened my mouth, shut it, then open