Undercover Lovers

He nodded, curt and firm, not wanting to reveal that his mind was already conjuring images of the two of them on the beach, in their room, in bed….

“Come on.” He yanked open the door even as he yanked himself away from his sordid thoughts.

They headed into the building and were checked in by the owner’s son, a lanky teenage boy who showed them to the top floor and their room.

“It’s the honeymoon suite,” he said, stopping outside the closed door. “Best in the house. You’re lucky. Usually it’s booked up, but the couple who was supposed to have it decided to come only for the weekend.”

He pulled an old-fashioned skeleton key out of the front pocket of his khakis, then pushed open the door. Tori stepped through first, and he heard her gasp. She turned to face him, and he saw something unrecognizable reflected in her eyes. Wonder? Fear? He didn’t know, so he followed her into the room.

As soon as he saw the layout, he knew exactly what she was thinking.

The cozy room was absolutely beautiful. A perfect lovers’ paradise with one wall of windows that overlooked the ocean, a connecting bathroom featuring a claw-foot tub, a stiff-looking wing chair and, right there in the middle of the room, the one thing that had brought the gasp to Tori’s lips.

A bed.

One queen-size bed draped with white netting.

An ice bucket and a bottle of champagne finished the décor.

“It’s perfect,” Carter said to the kid, even as his eyes continued to scan the room.

“Absolutely,” Tori agreed. Her eyes caught his, and he imagined a deer caught in the headlights. He knew exactly what she was thinking, because he was thinking the exact same thing.

The room might be perfect for real newlyweds, but for them, it was anything but.

Because the room lacked one very important essential.

The room had no couch.

4

AS THE KID closed the door to leave them alone, Tori fought the ridiculous urge to run after him and invite him in for a quick game of cards. Or better yet, Monopoly. Something that would take all night so she wouldn’t have to deal with being alone in a room with Carter. And not just any room. No, they had to be trapped together in the most romantic room Tori had ever laid eyes on.

Not that she had a lot to compare the room to—her experience tended toward accommodations with gray metal cots and really stiff sheets—but in a room like this…Well, even she might be convinced to wear something pink and flowing.

Scary. Very, very scary.

Fortunately, Carter looked as disconcerted as she felt.

“At least there’s a down comforter,” Tori said. “That should pad the floor enough for you.”

“For me?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth inside her closed mouth. She’d never been one to worry about chivalrous niceties. In fact, she considered the tendency of men to insist women depart an elevator first to be the height of annoyance. Half the time they had briefcases and bags and ended up creating an obstacle course when they could easily just get out of her way.

Which meant that now was not the time for her to start acting like some demure little female. If he wanted the bed, he could have the bed.

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