Page 77 of Reckless Hearts
“Being this good-looking and charming can be exhausting,” I say.
“You’ll regret it when Hollywood decides to do a remake ofCocktail, and you don’t get the part.”
Actually, I’m fairly sure I’m not going to regret my choice now.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” I say.
I head back to my villa and wait a few minutes. Then I sling a towel over my shoulder and take the back path toward Seb’s villa. If I run into Saskia or anyone else, I can just claim I decided to have a quick swim before my nap.
But before I reach the pool, I veer off, ducking between a bird of paradise plant and a dense cluster of hibiscus flowers to arrive on Seb’s private patio.
I lightly tap on the sliding glass door.
“There’s something very secret agent about this,” Seb says as he opens the door. There’s a hint of sunburn across his nose and his lips quirk in a half-smile.
“Well, I do have a license to thrill,” I say.
Seb laughs. I don’t know why I get such satisfaction about making Seb laugh compared to other people.
“Do you want to come in and debrief me on your latest mission?” he asks.
“Sure. I’ve got some classified information to share. But it might require a hands-on information exchange.”
And then we’re kissing, me pressing Seb up against the wall, and it’s our usual frantic removal of clothing, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers, our eagerness making us clumsy.
When we’re naked, we press together. Seb’s skin is flushed and warm against mine.
His hands explore my chest, his touch igniting sparks wherever he makes contact. My lips find the sensitive spot on his neck, eliciting a soft moan.
Suddenly, there’s an insistent rap at the front door of this villa.
“Seb, are you in there?” It’s his father’s voice.
Oh, holy shit.
Seb pulls back from me, his eyes alarmed.
The alarm turns to panic when we hear the door handle turning.
I do the only thing I can. I make a mad dash out the still-open patio door while Seb bends down, scrambling for his shorts.
“Hey, do you have—oh…sorry—” his father says.
“I was just getting changed.” Seb’s voice comes out strangulated.
“Your mum isn’t feeling well after the boat ride. I said I’d come check if you had any paracetamol.”
“Um…yeah, I think I’ve got some.”
Seb’s and his father’s voices float out the open door to where I’m standing butt-naked on the patio.
“I’ll just…check the bathroom.” Seb’s voice is unnaturally high.
I hear the sound of Seb’s footsteps padding across the tiles to the bathroom.
But then I hear another set of footsteps coming in my direction.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
