Alisha gathered her robe at the waist and held the lapels together with one hand while holding her stemless wine glass in the other.
“Of course your bedroom is next door. Did you plan this on purpose?”
Tyler’s eyes were still fixed on the deep V of her robe where she attempted to keep it closed. Granted, he’d seen and touched every part of her, but she wanted control here.
“I already had my stuff in this room, and you requested the ocean view,” he told her as he took a step closer, and then another. “So if anyone is to blame, it’s you.”
Alisha swirled her wine, trying to figure out how to stay on top of this conversation and keep her clothes on. But with Tyler staring at her with that hunger in his eyes, she wasn’t sure how long her restraint would last.
“You can’t look at me like that,” she murmured. “We agreed to move on.”
“I didn’t agree to anything,” he reminded her.
And he hadn’t. He’d merely walked away, but she’d thought that was the end of the discussion. Yet here they were, neither one of them wearing much, and it was taking all her willpower to keep her eyes on his. She didn’t know how he got a body like that wearing suits and owning global companies.
“We have to think of Adam,” she told him. “It doesn’t matter what either of us wants right now. And that’s the whole point. This is all temporary, and I’m sure if another woman had been here, you would have wanted a fling with her, too.”
Tyler closed the distance between them and took the glass from her hand. He set it on the wide railing before gripping her arms and pulling her flush against him.
“There would not have been a fling with another woman,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “Despite what you think or what you might know of my past, I’m not that guy, Lish. I don’t sleep with every woman I take out, and I told you, I haven’t been out for months.”
He seemed so passionate, so determined to make her understand his personal life. Why was that? Why did this matter so much to him?
“I don’t need to know who or when you date.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. “Your personal life is none of my business. I’m just worried about my brother getting hurt.”
“Adam doesn’t need to know what’s going on here.”
She pulled in a shaky breath and clutched her robe. “Nothing is going on here.”
“Like hell.”
His mouth closed over hers before she could protest, but she’d already come to the realization she was fighting a losing battle. She wanted Tyler, and he clearly wanted her. They were adults, and they would just have to deal with the consequences later.
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