“Romance one oh one, huh?” Luke sneered. “That sounds more like Introduction to Being an Asshole to me.” Even though the concept seemed crude to him, Luke couldn’t help thinking about all the time he’d spent with Julia in the past twenty-four hours. If anything, the more he was with her, the more he wanted to be with her.

But what about her? a voice buzzed inside his head. How long before she gets tired of spending time with me?

Earlier, he’d asked Penelope to align his itinerary with Julia’s, telling himself it made sense to do so because it would match up with the reviewer’s schedule as well. At breakfast this morning, all three friends had selected the same group activities. The only differences had been their choice of bonus experiences.

Had it been a mistake to plan so much time with her? Maybe he should skip dinner tonight. Give her some space before she started to get annoyed by his company. Luke was aware of his own flaws. He knew he could be aggravating. He tended to talk too much and for too long about stuff most people weren’t interested in. The point of joining the sim was to make sure she and her friends had a fantastic time, not to bother them or bore them out of their minds.

As much as he hated to admit it, Zach might be onto something.

“Fine,” Luke said. “But I expect to see you charming the pants off her tomorrow.” He paused, frowning. “I did not mean that literally.”

“Why are you so focused on what I’m doing with her, anyway?” Zach asked.

“We want to make sure all our guests have an enjoyable experience.”

“Yeah, but why did Penelope make a point of assigning her to me? Why are you two so focused on this one particular guest?” Zach narrowed his eyes, cool blue gaze assessing. “What’s going on? Is she like Mrs. W.’s niece or something?”

“That’s not your concern.” Luke leaned forward. “Just make sure she has a good time.”

Another smirk. “Oh, don’t you worry about that.”

Luke ignored the blatant innuendo. The actor was testing how far he could push him. He was going to find it was a very short leash. “You’re on the schedule for paintball tomorrow.” Luke stood. “Don’t be late.”

CHAPTER 15

JULIA

Retreating to her room at the hotel, Julia shucked her rain-soaked clothes. She jumped in the shower, intending to be quick, but thoughts involving gray eyes and great hands—and a great mouth, now that she knew what kind of kisser he was—led to a longer—and hotter—shower than she’d anticipated. By the time she reluctantly dragged herself out of the shower and got dressed, she’d missed the next activity on the schedule—an afternoon spent canoeing on the resort’s private pond.