Page 14 of Beauty
Lip curling, I turn back and eye them.
They burst into laughter.
“We get that reaction a lot,” Ernie says with a slap to my back. “But it’s true.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, facing ahead again. “That’s awful.”
Bert chuckles. “Tell us about it. Not a selling point with the ladies.”
“So one bed won’t matter?”
“That’s why we’re coming to look,” Ernie explains. “We’ll test it out. See how we feel.”
Shit. There’s no way these two big guys will have enough room if they’re not sleeping together. Well, sleeping together but not fucking.
An image of the two of them kissing overtakes me, and I practically shudder as I shake it loose. Why am I picturing them in an intimate way?
It’s better than picturing Sienna, right?
On second thought, no. Not at all.
Fuck, what the hell is my problem, and why am I having so much trouble getting out of my own damn head?
As we approach my villa, I can’t help but dart a look at Sienna’s door.
Ernie eyes me, picking up on the move, but he says nothing as he steps inside.
Instantly, he sucks in a breath. “Bert, look at this view.”
“Forget the view,” the heavier man says as he heads to the minibar. “Look at all these labels.” He lifts up a bottle of Hanson whiskey and grins.
“Don’t touch the minibar,” Ernie warns, heading out onto the deck.
Deflating, Bert sets the bottle down.
Angling in, I tap him on the shoulder. “You swap rooms, and I’ll cover the bottle.”
That grin creeps back up his face, and after a quick peek into the bathroom, he joins his friend on the deck.
Hands in my pockets, I wait for them to make a decision.
Will I miss this view? Sure. But this is for the best. I can sit on the beach at night. I don’t need a private deck to myself. Hell, I can go off property for dinner. I probably should. It’s likely the only way to avoid running into Sienna.
Yes.She mentioned not wanting to go to dinner alone. This is a good plan. I’ll have to find something to do off property today so I don’t risk running into her at the beach.
I’m slipping my phone from my pocket, intent on finding activities nearby, when a sweet voice filters in on the wind.
“Those are your real names?”
The low chuckles are harder to hear. I can imagine they’re giving her the same spiel they gave me.
“What happened to Noah?” she asks them.
It takes everything in me to stay where I am. If I see her, I’ll break. But if I can stay strong for the next ten minutes, then hopefully I can distance myself from the temptation for good.
“He doesn’t like the room,” Ernie explains. “So he asked if we’d swap. We haven’t decided yet, though.”
“Oh.” The way she whispers the word, in understanding, pierces my heart.
