Page 87 of Pervade Montego Bay
“I want to date. Not just have these one-night stands. I want to find someone I can marry.”
I felt a jolt of concern. “You’ve met someone?”
“Admired from afar.”
“Send me her name and everything you know about her—”
“Can I get to know her first?”
“No, Louis, you can’t.”
“What’s the harm?”
Then I realized the truth. “Will she be here tonight?”
He stared out at the water, his stubborn side surfacing. “No.”
Which probably meant that she would be and he didn’t want me to scare her off.
I patted his back. “We’ll talk later.”
Xavier was standing in the doorway.
“Hey,” I greeted him.
“Very nice,” said Louis, admiring Xavier’s tuxedo.
He strolled toward us with that long stride and gorgeous smile.
Why the hell did he have to look like this…?
The black tuxedo showed off his sculpted frame to perfection. His dark blond hair looked messy, probably from the drive over in the open-top Jeep. His clean-shaven jaw highlighted chiseled features and his bright blue eyes brought out his Norwegian heritage.
“Did you have the roof down?” I scolded him, but in truth it was because he stirred something inside me I couldn’t define. Xavier looked so damn sexy. His casual swagger and dashing smile made my cock stir.
I adjusted my stance.
Xavier brushed his fingers through his hair self-consciously. “It was a great drive over. Even if it was short. The views are spectacular. I wanted to get out of the car and go roll around on the sand.” He rested his hand on his chest. “Only thing that stopped me is this pricey get-up.”
“Where’s Emily?” It came out harsh.
He pointed. “Checking out the party. She brought her violin.”
“Good,” said Louis. “I look forward to hearing her play.”
“She’s quite something,” I offered. “Isn’t she, Xavier?”
“Em’s talented.” He shook his head in awe. “Every time I hear her play I’m just as impressed as I was the first time.”
Emily appeared on the lawn, pausing to look at the ocean view. She was dressed in a long red shimmering gown, the material hugging her curves and showing off her hourglass figure. When she turned and peered up at us, I had to catch my breath.
She waved.
I exhaled slowly, deeply moved by her beauty. “That dress…”
“I bought it for her today,” said Xavier. “Isn’t it gorgeous on her?”
My brain tried to unscramble itself. She looked exquisite, like a rare and precious jewel that was unreachable.
