Page 12 of The Hookup
She raised an eyebrow. He was chatting her up. He was interested.
“It’s my job to know who most of the guests are. Four days, one island. It’s easy enough to do.”
Her hopes deflated as quickly as they’d risen.
“And, you are?”
“Luke.”
“So, Luke,” she said, sitting back. This time, she caught his gaze traveling south, and hoped he enjoyed the view, but quick as a flash his gaze moved back up to her face again. “How is it that Tobias Stone got you over here for his wedding?”
“Contacts,” he said, sliding his sexy forearms across the top and clasping his hands together.
“Contacts.” She nodded. “Tobias Stone is the guy to know.”
“He is.” He swept his hands through his hair, making her heart leap. His hair was long and floppy, long enough that when he ran his hands through it, the locks fell forward, and all she could do was focus on it. It was copper brown with streaks of auburn and for a fleeting moment she imagined her fingers raking through it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Luke.”
Her cell phone pinged again, and out of habit, she checked to see who it was.
Call me.
It was Dean again. She knew what this flurry of texts meant. He was probably feeling extra horny tonight, and she had no time for him. After all, he was back in New York, and the bartender, well, he washere.
“The ex, again?” Luke asked.
She nodded, and deleted the message, and then an idea flashed into her head.
“Would you mind taking a selfie with me?” she asked, “Just so that he can get the message.”
A smile curved his lips slightly. “Sure.”
She turned around on the stool with her back to him, and he leaned down over her shoulder as she held her cell phone at arm’s length, and they positioned themselves.
His hot breath against her cheek was intoxicating. Freaking hell, this man was something else. She turned her face to the side, almost knocking their noses together. “Ready?” she asked, feeling drunk on his closeness.
“Ready,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder, making her heart fill up. God, he was delicious.
She took the picture, then another one for good measure.
He moved away, straightening up as he looked across the bar. “Excuse me,” he said, “It’s getting busy again.” A group of people had suddenly gathered at the bar.
Speechless, still recovering from his touch, she examined the photo on her cell phone, her pulse racing, her insides in chaos. They looked so good together. Like a perfect couple.
Damn freaking good.
A smile settled on her lips. He had done nothing, yet he’d done everything, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
On an island full of men who were either too old, too confident, or too eager, someone perfect had suddenly appeared out of thin air, just like one of Xavier’s magic tricks.
Chapter 5
It had been a lazy morning. With the wedding over, a more relaxed vibe filled the air. The beach, as well as the pool area was practically empty, and breakfast was still being served even though it was past noon.
Kay had come down to the beach a short time ago, in a bright sunshine yellow bikini that she hoped was hard to miss. It wasn’t long before Savannah found her.
“Eye-catching ensemble,” Savannah commented.
