Page 23 of Love on Ice

“Probably are.” He grins, slamming back his bottle of water. I watch in slow motion the way his Adam’s apple bobs. Why is that sexy? He then sprays himself with the bottle and rubs his face with his hand to cool down.

“Um, I think I need to get going home and have a shower.”

“Me too.” He nods as we pack up our things and head back to our golf cart. “Got any plans for lunch?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I’m not that hungry. I was just going to chill, maybe have a nap before we head to dinner.”

“Good idea. I might order in some food and watch a game. It’s been a while since I’ve sat still,” he says, turning the key to start the cart.

We organize a time to meet for dinner and I head inside my bungalow. I take a quick shower, check the time back in New York, and make a call.

“Hey, how are you going? Feeling better?” Kimberly asks when she answers the phone.

“I’m feeling great as if this place was going to let me down.”

“Did you get a good host?” she asks.

“The best. He’s so hot and is a dream in bed,” I tell her.

“They always are,” she answers wistfully. “I’m surprised you called me, I thought I wouldn’t hear from you all week.”

“I have something for the vault,” I quickly tell her.

“For the vault?” she repeats, “I’m all ears.”

“Where the hell do I start?” I pace around the room.

“From the beginning.”

“Urgh. Issy is going to kill me.” I sigh in frustration.

“Why the hell would she kill you?” Kimberly asks.

“Because I slept with Felix St. Pierre, her client,” I blurt out.

Silence falls between us for a couple of moments.

“I hate to break it to you, Harps, but you’re at a sex resort, it’s what’s supposed to happen.” Kimberly chuckles.

“But I promised her I wouldn’t. He was on the transfer over to the island. She sent him here without fully explaining how all this works. I told her I would look after him,” I explain to her.

“Sounds like you did,” she teases.

“Kimmy,” I groan.

“I don’t see what the problem is.”

“He’s seven years younger than me,” I tell her.

“Good on you. Oh, that man is hot. Ew, about the public blow job though,” she mumbles.

“Yeah, that’s how he ended up here. His bosses weren’t too happy about it.”

“The boy did just find out his girlfriend had been screwing his best friend and teammate. We can all relate to post-breakup fuckery,” Kimberly says.

“Hence, the island.”

“Are you seriously worried about Issy?” Kimberly asks.

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