Sharing a Beach House - Chapter 11
This was ridiculous…and by this, Tyler meant his attitude. He’d never wanted a commitment until he found the one. He’d never wanted postcoital cuddles or chatting with anyone.
But Alisha wasn’t just anyone.
He hadn’t spoken to or seen her since this afternoon down on the beach. He’d purposely tried to give her space—not to mention he’d needed to do some serious thinking as well. For years he’d wanted her, and he’d wondered what would happen if they tried intimacy or took things a step further and attempted a relationship outside of that friend zone. The only reason he’d never taken that risk was because of his friendship with Adam.
But now that he’d had Alisha, there was no way in hell he could go back. Not only that, he didn’t want to. He wanted to take this weekend and explore more with her, to see if there was something beyond the physical. If not, then he’d know and could move on, but it was the not knowing that was driving him mad.
He’d even attempted to check his emails and work, but nothing could penetrate those thoughts of Alisha and what had happened between them. How could he concentrate on running a successful multimillion-dollar company when all he wanted was to get Alisha in his bed and take his time with her?
He went to the mini bar in the corner of his bedroom and poured a shot of bourbon. He stared at the contents in his tumbler, and even this didn’t appeal to him. He left the glass on the bar and pulled his shirt off as he headed to the adjoining bath. He’d grab a shower and then take the drink to the patio for the evening. Maybe tomorrow he and Alisha could start fresh.
After a quick rinse, Tyler pulled on a pair of shorts and grabbed the drink. He pushed open both patio doors to let the ocean breeze into his room. But as soon as he stepped onto the patio, he nearly dropped his glass.
Alisha stood at the railing with a short, silky robe wrapped around her as she sipped on a glass of red wine. Those golden strands of hers danced on the wind, and he couldn’t think of a time when he’d been more spellbound.
He started to step back into his room, but she tossed a glance over her shoulder and he stilled. Her wide eyes locked onto his, and there was no way in hell he could walk away now. There was also no way he couldn’t be honest with her about exactly what he wanted.
He wanted her.
He wanted two days to see if this would work, and there was no reason anybody had to know. Tyler tossed back his shot and set his glass on a nearby table as he moved across the balcony. Alisha’s gaze never wavered as she turned to face him.
And that’s when he saw…she wore nothing beneath that robe.