Filthy Beautiful Lies(#1#2)

I swallow, but am unable to respond. I don’t trust myself to say the right thing. I debate with myself, wondering if I could ever trust him again, if I could even fit into his lifestyle…

A bubble of feminine laughter and the sound of the door clicking open snap me back to my senses.

Becca and Pace waltz into the room carrying a half dozen shopping bags between them.

My sanity returns and I force a serious tone as I turn toward Colton. “It’s time for you guys to go.”

Goodbyes are exchanged between Pace and Becca while I avoid meeting Colton’s dark eyes. I know if I do, I’ll lose my resolve completely. I’m still reeling from that kiss, my body overheated and blood pumping wildly.

He pins me with a heated stare, leaning close enough that I can smell his cologne. The effect is dizzying. “This isn’t over. Have your fun with Becca and we’ll talk when you get home.”

I wish I could tell him he’s wrong, that we are over, but I find myself unable to respond. He’s giving me the space I need right now, but I have no idea what comes next.

Once they’re gone, I grab a bottle of water from the stocked minibar and take a long swig, needing to cool myself down before turning to Becca. She doesn’t say anything about the change in hotel room, but I see her eyes wandering around the space. “So what happened with Pace? I didn’t think you guys would be back so quickly. In fact, I wondered if I’d see you again this entire trip. I figured you’d take one look at those dimples and you’d steal him away into a private hotel room.” I grin at her in an attempt to lighten the tense mood.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Trust me, it was tempting. He’s gorgeous. And his tight little butt?” She fans herself dramatically. “Seriously, those two are a lethal combination on the libido.”

“There’s a third one too. Their older brother Collins is every bit as lickable.”

“Damn. Good genetics, I guess.” She dumps the shopping bags out onto the sofa for me to inspect her goods. “After lunch, I actually started to worry about leaving you alone with Colt. I figured that wasn’t the smartest idea, so we cut our outing short. We just walked around this cute little piazza and I went into a couple of boutiques.” She holds a tiny sundress up to my frame. “I thought this would look cute on you.”

“It’s pretty.” Lavender and touches of blue thread run through the soft fabric. “I can wear it with my strappy silver sandals.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” She plucks a red mini skirt from the pile of clothes for herself. “Come on, get changed. We’re going out.”