Sweet Talker by Fern Fraser excerpt
Shameless. That’s what I am. I could never imagine myself opening the door for a handsome man dressed in next to nothing, but that’s exactly what I just did. Without any hesitation too, which shocks and thrills me in equal measure.
Brax looks especially handsome in a white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular forearms. His bulky frame fills the doorframe and if he weren’t smiling at me, I’d be intimidated by his size. How did I fail to notice how big he was? As I glance at his body, I feel as if I’m seeing him for the first time.
I smile sweetly and pull the door open, noticing the picnic hamper he’s carrying. Whatever food he brought smells delicious. I assume we aren’t going out for dinner, and I’m relieved. I had an exhausting day.
“Your room is one of the best the resort has to offer, so I thought you might enjoy staying in.”
“Sounds perfect. What’s in the basket?”
He places the basket on the table and removes each item, placing everything neatly on the table, revealing cheese, crackers, cold cuts, and pickles in little jars. It’s such a thoughtful gesture, and I appreciate all the trouble he’s gone to.
“Yum!”
Our eyes meet, and he looks genuinely pleased with himself.
“Help yourself,” he says. I can tell he’s trying really hard not to look at my cleavage.
“I’ll get changed. Back in a moment.” I grab the pile of clothes I left on the bed and zip into the bathroom.
Brax opens the sliding doors which lead to the deck, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a cork popping from a bottle of champagne. I slip on a pale-pink cotton shift, sans bra and panties, and join him.
He greets me with a smile and hands me a glass of chilled sparkling wine. Brax pulls out a chair, motioning for me to take a seat. We sit side-by-side, facing the view across the bay.
We clink glasses in a silent toast. When I tip the glass to my lips and take a sip, tiny bubbles tickle my nose. It’s fruity and delicious.
A sprinkle of stars dot the night sky, adding their magic to the atmosphere of what is promising to be an interesting evening.
“Did you know there’s a Jacuzzi on the deck?” Brax asks, a hint of something suggestive in his tone.
I had no idea there was a hot tub when I booked the room.
He winks. “Yep, I thought you’d like it.”
I turn sideways to hide the blush in my cheeks.
