Chapter 129

• “So, where to?” I ask coquettishly, fluttering my lashes as I watch intently. He makes me feel sexy and playful, and I like this latest version of me. His eyes are fixed on my face, lust moving back in as he seems transfixed on my mouth once more. Automatically I part my lips at his focus, my breathing becoming shallow at his expression of pure longing.
• Oh boy, is sex all we think about?
• “I was thinking,” he says, clearing his throat and pulling his gaze away from my mouth with a long pause, as though it was hard to do, “The Caribbean … a yacht, for some unfinished business.” He looks away, he obviously wants to get to the point without another sexual interlude, and I blanch at him.