Sharing a Beach House - Chapter 4
He’d known she’d stepped out before he finished his laps, but he’d had to finish and pretend the sight of her curves in that bikini and wrap hadn’t fazed him a bit. He reached for the towel on the chaise and wiped his face before draping it around his shoulders.
“Heading to the beach or staying at the pool?” he asked. “If you want privacy, I can go someplace else.”
Her eyes kept darting to his chest, then back up, as if she waged some internal war with herself. He knew women, and he knew when desire stared him in the face.
Interesting. He’d never known Alisha to look at him in such a way. She’d always acted like he was just another brother, or an annoyance. So now what did he do with that information?
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” she told him. “Unless you wanted the pool to yourself?”
Only a complete idiot would turn away a breathtaking woman in a skimpy swimsuit. Not to mention, he did want to catch up. Beyond the fact she was sexy as hell and had always intrigued and captivated him, he wanted to know what she’d been doing since he’d seen her last.
“No reason we can’t share this space.” He took the towel and spread it out on the chaise. “It’s a gorgeous day. How about a drink?”
Tyler started across the concrete patio between the pool and the tropical plants. The covered bar area looked like something from a magazine with the arched bar top and high-back stools. The thatched roof over the area provided shelter from the sun, and the entire back wall was fully stocked.
“Looks like Adam got all of my favorites,” Tyler stated as he glanced through the labels.
“You mean my favorites?”
Tyler glanced over his shoulder to see Alisha easing up onto a stool. “He did book this weekend for me, after all.”
Tyler shook his head. “We’ll have to figure out who he thought he was booking after he’s done with his honeymoon.”
“Go ahead, but you’ll feel silly when you realize you got your dates wrong.”
After spending a weekend in a secluded beach house with an intriguing woman, the last thing Tyler would be feeling was silly.
“You still love strawberry margaritas?” he asked.
“Of course.”
Tyler got her drink going in the blender and found a beer from the mini fridge. After pouring the frozen mixture into a tall glass, he even found a little umbrella and put it on the side. He turned to face her and nearly dropped the drinks.
The way she sat with her eyes locked on him, her suit pressing her breasts together, and the mass of hair pulled on top of her head—she looked too damn sexy.
Tyler handed over her drink and lifted his beer.
“Cheers to an interesting weekend.”