Like heck she didn’t.
“But, whatever,” she continued. “I’m still not sleeping with you.”
“Kristy, Kristy, Kristy.” He didn’t want her to sleep with him.
Okay, yeah, he did. Obviously. Since she was stunningly sexy, and he did have a pulse. But what he really wanted was for her to fall for him.
Which meant he should probably stop yanking her chain.
But it was so much fun to tease her. And the woman could definitely give as good as she got.
“I’m sure you get women all the time,” she conceded.
“Now you make me sound like a player.”
“Are you?”
“No.” He wasn’t. He dated women occasionally. And he slept with women occasionally. But he was very discriminating. And he never led them on.
She moved to the middle of the living room, checking out the rest of the suite. “Got a girlfriend?”
“Not at the moment.”
Her perfume left a trace in the air. It was nice. More than nice, actually. It wasn’t fruity, yet it wasn’t floral …
“Did she break up with you, or did you break up with her?”
Jack blinked. “Who?”
“Your last girlfriend.”
“It wasn’t a serious relationship.”
Kristy turned back and nodded. “Ahhh.”
“What’s with the ahhhs?”
Was she accusing him of something?
“I know your type. Love ‘em and leave ‘em.”
There was something in her eyes, not hurt exactly, but something. Had somebody left her? Was that why she was willing to settle for money instead of love?
Now he was curious, but he didn’t want to bring up the subject of her love life. Because that would invariably lead to his grandfather, and Jack wanted her to forget all about Cleveland for tonight.
“I can hardly love you and leave you in forty-eight hours, can I?” he said instead.
“Forty-eight?”
Oops. “Twenty-four,” Jack corrected himself. “I meant twenty-four.”
“You scared me there for a minute.”
He gave her his most congenial smile. “Wouldn’t want to do that.” Then he nodded to the glass balcony door and the view beyond. “How about a swim?”
She turned to follow his gaze.
He crossed the room to open the doors, implicitly bidding her to follow him onto the wide veranda. “Take a look down there.”
She joined him to lean on the rail, between a pair of twin loungers at one end of the veranda and an umbrella table set up for four at the other.
He heard her suck in a breath as she gazed at the Mediterranean-style courtyard. The lighted pool was embraced by pillared fountains, terra-cotta tiles, tropical trees and sculpted shrubbery. It was peaceful and deserted this time of night, and the patterned pool bottom wavered through the mist rising from the heated water.
“It’s almost midnight,” Kristy whispered. “Are we allowed?”
He shrugged. “We’re high-rollers in a complimentary suite. You think they’ll stop us from taking a swim?”
“My swimsuit’s still in the plane.”
Had the woman never heard of shopping? Had she never heard of butler service? As if a tiny thing like a swimsuit would stop them. There was a phone on the table between the two loungers, so Jack picked it up and pressed zero.
The voice on the other end was prompt. “Yes, Mr. Osland?”
“Any chance we can get a couple of swimsuits up here?”
“Of course. I’ll have the butler bring up a selection right away. The sizes?”
Jack covered the mouthpiece. “Size?” he asked Kristy.
Her eyes went a little wide. “Uh, four.”
He nodded. “Women’s four and men’s thirty-two.”
“Thank you, sir. Someone will be right up.”
Jack replaced the receiver.
Kristy glanced at the phone. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” said Jack. Then he couldn’t resist giving her an impish grin. “I’m hoping you get a bikini.”
She eyed him up and down, a frown on her face that made him self-conscious. “I guess it’s not quite the same for women.”
“What do you mean?” Was it an insult?
She gave him an exaggerated shudder. “I mean, the thought of any man in Spandex.”
He took a couple of steps toward her. “Did I mention I work out?”
“I’m sure you’re perfectly gorgeous under that suit.” Then she stilled as her own words obviously registered.
He was torn between making a joke and making a move. Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t do either.
Still, he was suddenly aware of the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight and her hair framed her face in gentle waves. That elusive perfume wafted through his senses once more. And everything inside him screamed at him to kiss her. Under normal circumstances, he’d definitely take the expression on her face as an invitation.
But these were not normal circumstances. He was on a mission. And he didn’t dare scare her off.
He settled for brushing a wisp of her hair from her face. Her cheek was soft under his fingertips. Her lashes fluttered at the contact, and it was more than he could do to ignore the signal.
He subconsciously leaned forward, and she tipped her head to one side.
The knock on the door saved him.
Jack forced himself to pull away, his voice husky with burgeoning desire. “Our suits are here,” he stated unnecessarily.
Kristy drew in a breath, and gave her head a quick shake. “Right.”
He squeezed her hand gently, in silent acknowledgment of what they both knew had almost happened. Then he stepped into the suite and answered the door.
The butler handed him three women’s and three men’s
