Page 3 of The Perfect Escape

Right?

I took a long sip of my margarita as I watched those two head towards the door. Damn, they had fine asses. I wrinkled my nose and gazed out at the waves.

I was feeling all hot and bothered now, and itwasn’tfrom the melting sun.

“Greg,” I said. “I think I’m ready to go inside.”

He raised a brow, tearing his gaze from his book. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I said.

“You barely touched your margarita.”

“It’s fine.”

“Alright.” He sighed, sitting up. “Let’s go cool off.”

Cooling off was exactly what I needed.

An hour later, my mood soured again as I followed Greg into the lobby ofSubmit to Escape. I hadn’t even bothered searching the place online, because I didn’t care. I was determined toparticipate in this ridiculous activity quickly, then go back to laying out on the beach. Hell, maybe I’d even go skinny dipping tonight. I could bask in the moonlight, just like I had been under the sun.

I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest as Greg approached the front desk. A mirror on the stone wall reflected my appearance, and I sighed.

At least I looked good.

The dress I was wearing was short, pink, and covered in bright red cherries. A little bow in the front bunched the fabric, drawing my breasts together. I ran my palms down my waist, then smoothed down stray hairs on my head—my raven-black hair was short, but still a little mussed from the windy beach. I wore red platform heels that gave me a little extra height.

The reflection of a chiseled face behind me drew my attention, and my heart lurched into my throat.

Oh god.

The two men I’d seen on the beach earlier waited behind me while Greg got us checked in. Their eyes feasted on me in a way that had my muscles quivering.

Swallowing hard, I pulled my attention from them and went to Greg, tucking my arm into his.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” the woman checking us in said. Her eyes darted to Greg, her cheeks flushed as she fawned over him. “Is this your first escape room?”

“Yes.” I sighed, giving Greg a dirty look.

The man was all smiles—either genuinely clueless about my mood, or was leaning on nine years of marriage experience to know better than to acknowledge it. His dimples flashed as he looked at the young lady, and I narrowed my eyes as she batted her eyelashes.

I cleared my throat, and she startled, stammering as she spoke. “Oh good, welcome. I’ll give you a walk-through once I get our other guests checked in.”

“Perfect,” I said, tugging Greg to the side.

The blonde devil and his dark-haired sidekick approached the desk to sign their wavers. Occasionally, the dark-haired man glanced our way, a soft, teasing smile on his lips. His gaze raked over my body again, completely unashamed.

Greg rolled his shoulders. “This will be fun.”

“I can’t believe you signed us up for this.” I sighed.

“It’ll be good,” he said. “You’ll have so much fun.”

I wrinkled my nose at him. “Sure. Have you ever done an escape room before?”

“A couple times,” he said.

The woman at the front desk came around, clearing her throat. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you the presentation with the rules and everything you need to know.”

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