“Let’s just have a good time. Friends?” I plaster a smile on my face, hoping he agrees. If I can play it off as though he didn’t massively offend me, I can get through this vacation in one piece.

He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Of course. Like I said, we’re cool.”

My phone pings, and I pull it out from my back pocket to check.

Eve: Hey there. Everything okay in the room? Not sure why both of you were so opposed to sharing, but if you want, I can have Vincent and Slade stay together, and we can share a room.

Lauren: Nooo. No way. You have your romantic weekend. I’m fine.

Eve: Are you positive? We’d have fun. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable. You’re here to rest.

Lauren: I’m all good. Trust me!

Eve: Okay. Love you, and if you need me, call the room or text. Xoxo.

Lauren: Are we having dinner together?

Eve: I think Vincent and I are going to lay low. Unless you want to go out?

Lauren: That’s okay. I’m exhausted, too. See you tomorrow morning.

I turn back to the massive man before me. “Turns out, we aren’t meeting for dinner.”

I pull the tie out of my hair, and it falls around my shoulders. His nostrils slightly flare, but other than that, he remains completely stoic.

“Yep.”

When he moves his thick arms behind his head, I bite the side of my cheek.

“Well”—I lift the class schedule in front of my face and skim through the times—“looks like a yoga class is starting in ten minutes. I’m going to go.”

Calmly, I bend down to find my exercise clothes. This hotel is gorgeous and the epitome of tranquility. I plan on using the time to clear my head.

“I’ll join you.” He sits up.

I drop my hands to my hips. “What?”

“I do yoga.” He opens his own bag, pulling out a fresh pair of black shorts and a T-shirt.

“You do not,” I practically scream. Clearing my throat, I repeat myself in a calmer tone, “You do not.”

“I do.” He smiles. “And I’m coming, Sunshine.”

Fifteen minutes later, we’ve both changed into exercise attire. I’m in a white sports bra, cropped white T-shirt, and gray lizard-print leggings. I try to keep my head up and off the fact that his shorts show off his dick imprint. Long, thick, and utterly perfect. I inhale and exhale, trying to get my breathing under control.

He’s a jerk. An asshole. I hate him. I repeat these lines like a mantra.

Slade pushes the down arrow for the elevator. It lights up in red. “How long have you done yoga?”

“On and off over the last seven years. And you?”

I begin braiding my hair, moving it to the side. His eyes trail my fingers.

“Not too long.”

“Well, you can watch me if you need.”

He chuckles. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

I could swear, there is a twinkle in his eye.