Regrets? No. Alisha didn’t have one regret. Being with Tyler had been even more than she’d ever imagined…and she’d done plenty of imagining.
Did she want to sleep with him again? Of course she did. She wasn’t a fool. Which was why she couldn’t. If they were intimate again, she would continue to want more. And then what? She couldn’t just have Tyler anytime she wanted. They were here for only a few short days, so entering into a brief fling would only leave her more confused. Taking a risk with her brother’s best friend was asking for trouble.
But Tyler Evans was the absolute best kind of trouble to find herself wrapped up in. They’d heated up that crisp pool water in record time. Her body still tingled, and even a dip in the ocean hadn’t calmed her.
Alisha lay on her towel beneath the hot summer sun, willing her emotions to chill out. She needed this weekend to relax before the whirlwind of getting everything lined up for her biggest fund-raiser of the year. It might still be a few months away, but these things took so much time and planning. How could she do either when her mind was on Tyler and how he’d been the best lover she’d ever had?
Part of her felt like she’d betrayed Adam, but he didn’t have to find out. At least she and Tyler were on the same page about that. Neither one of them wanted to hurt Adam, but Tyler would be persistent. She’d seen that hunger still in his eyes after their encounter. As soon as she’d gotten out of the pool, she’d gathered her things and headed straight for the beach. Part of her thought he would follow, but perhaps he was trying to process everything as well.
Maybe she just needed to read a good book or scroll through her social media. Anything to get her mind on something other than the fact her body was still humming and the sexiest man she’d ever known still wanted her.
Alisha sat up and reached for her bag. The search for her book came up short when she realized she’d set it on her nightstand and forgotten to grab it before leaving her bedroom.
Her phone would have to do. She was tempted to text Adam to ask about this mix-up, but what would be the point? She’d just arrived this morning and sworn that she’d stay away from Tyler, but she’d managed to have sex with him in the pool anyway. Texting Adam at this point would be like working backward.
She needed to talk to Tyler. This tension couldn’t go on, but she had to make it clear there could be no more.
Alisha got to her feet and dusted off the sand. Just as she turned, there was Tyler, still with that hunger in his eyes—and Alisha knew trouble had found her once again.
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