adjust.
Beyond the patio, the bluest of blue oceans for as far as I could see. After taking a moment to admire the view, I looked at him. He seemed nervous.
I was nervous.
“I’m not a fan of the--” He tilted his head toward the kid with the camera. “The cameras.”
I’d completely forgotten about them.
I shot the camera boy an evil glare. “Can you go away for a few minutes?”
He didn’t move. Or respond.
“Go away,” I snarled.
“Sorry, I can’t do that.”
Rhett shrugged and then turned toward a lounge chair positioned beside him. “You want to watch the sunset?”
With you?
Fuck yes.
I tried to contain my excitement, and offered a shrug. “Sure.”
He sat down, reached for the chair beside him, and pulled it to his side. “So, is Lou a nickname?”
“Nope. It’s my name-name.” I chuckled and sat down.
He looked over his shoulder. “It’s cute.”
I was once again lost in admiring him. His hair, when left free, would probably be to his chin. He kept it swept back, but it had no product in it, so it naturally fell into his face often. He constantly – and probably without thinking – cleared it away. Each time he did, he offered an apologetic grin which added a little something to his seemingly shy personality.
I felt bad for immediately spending one-on-one time with him before getting to know the other men, but not sitting with him seemed nothing short of impossible.
He was that attractive.
He brushed the creases from the thighs of his jeans and gazed out at the ocean. “Beautiful isn’t it?”
The sleeve of his shirt inched its way up his arm, revealing a tattoo. I studied it as he focused on the setting sun. An eagle, perched over and anchor, with its feet clenching a pistol and what appeared to be a Neptune-ish trident. It seemed an odd choice for a tattoo.
My curiosity got the best of me. “What’s the tattoo mean?”
He pulled his sleeve down to cover it. “I was in the military.”
“Oh really? Which branch?”
“Navy.”
I wouldn’t have guessed him for a sailor. “You were a sailor?”
“A SEAL,” he said flatly.
A SEAL? Wow. Modest much?
“You were uhhm.” My heart skipped a beat. “You were a navy SEAL?”
He met my gaze, nodded, and then turned toward the horizon. “Yes, I was.”
Do not fuck this guy. Do not fuck this guy. Do not fuck this guy.
My decision was made. I didn’t need to wait another day. I was prepared to tell Kelli what my plans were.
I was ready for a month with Rhett the shy but oh-so-gorgeous Navy SEAL.
CHAPTER THREE
Technically, it was probably still late morning. I was sitting alone at the bar, and a waitress was serving the few patrons who were seated in the dining area.
I raised my index finger and focused on my freshly manicured fingernail. The red I’m not really a waitress polis h went in and out of focus. I was mentally prepared for my month with Rhett to begin, but physically, I was slightly impaired.
“One more,” I said in a demanding but playful tone.
Facing away from me, the bartender coughed out a laugh. “You sure?”
I shrugged. “Why not?”
The production company was shipping the five men out of the house, and filming each of their departures. After an interview with Rhett, they were situating everything in the home, fitting it with a few more microphones and cameras, and then our time together was to begin.
He turned around. “You’re walking, right?”
I scrunched my nose and returned a slightly drunken glare. “Yeah, why?”
He met my gaze. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t serve you.”
He was tall and thin with long dark hair that went everywhere and a fairly lengthy beard. He looked like every other tattooed hipster I’d seen at college, but seemed slightly more mature. His arms were covered in random tattoos all the way down, including the back of his right hand. Even his knuckles were tattooed. Despite all of the distracting ink, he was still a rather attractive man –
Beyond the patio, the bluest of blue oceans for as far as I could see. After taking a moment to admire the view, I looked at him. He seemed nervous.
I was nervous.
“I’m not a fan of the--” He tilted his head toward the kid with the camera. “The cameras.”
I’d completely forgotten about them.
I shot the camera boy an evil glare. “Can you go away for a few minutes?”
He didn’t move. Or respond.
“Go away,” I snarled.
“Sorry, I can’t do that.”
Rhett shrugged and then turned toward a lounge chair positioned beside him. “You want to watch the sunset?”
With you?
Fuck yes.
I tried to contain my excitement, and offered a shrug. “Sure.”
He sat down, reached for the chair beside him, and pulled it to his side. “So, is Lou a nickname?”
“Nope. It’s my name-name.” I chuckled and sat down.
He looked over his shoulder. “It’s cute.”
I was once again lost in admiring him. His hair, when left free, would probably be to his chin. He kept it swept back, but it had no product in it, so it naturally fell into his face often. He constantly – and probably without thinking – cleared it away. Each time he did, he offered an apologetic grin which added a little something to his seemingly shy personality.
I felt bad for immediately spending one-on-one time with him before getting to know the other men, but not sitting with him seemed nothing short of impossible.
He was that attractive.
He brushed the creases from the thighs of his jeans and gazed out at the ocean. “Beautiful isn’t it?”
The sleeve of his shirt inched its way up his arm, revealing a tattoo. I studied it as he focused on the setting sun. An eagle, perched over and anchor, with its feet clenching a pistol and what appeared to be a Neptune-ish trident. It seemed an odd choice for a tattoo.
My curiosity got the best of me. “What’s the tattoo mean?”
He pulled his sleeve down to cover it. “I was in the military.”
“Oh really? Which branch?”
“Navy.”
I wouldn’t have guessed him for a sailor. “You were a sailor?”
“A SEAL,” he said flatly.
A SEAL? Wow. Modest much?
“You were uhhm.” My heart skipped a beat. “You were a navy SEAL?”
He met my gaze, nodded, and then turned toward the horizon. “Yes, I was.”
Do not fuck this guy. Do not fuck this guy. Do not fuck this guy.
My decision was made. I didn’t need to wait another day. I was prepared to tell Kelli what my plans were.
I was ready for a month with Rhett the shy but oh-so-gorgeous Navy SEAL.
CHAPTER THREE
Technically, it was probably still late morning. I was sitting alone at the bar, and a waitress was serving the few patrons who were seated in the dining area.
I raised my index finger and focused on my freshly manicured fingernail. The red I’m not really a waitress polis h went in and out of focus. I was mentally prepared for my month with Rhett to begin, but physically, I was slightly impaired.
“One more,” I said in a demanding but playful tone.
Facing away from me, the bartender coughed out a laugh. “You sure?”
I shrugged. “Why not?”
The production company was shipping the five men out of the house, and filming each of their departures. After an interview with Rhett, they were situating everything in the home, fitting it with a few more microphones and cameras, and then our time together was to begin.
He turned around. “You’re walking, right?”
I scrunched my nose and returned a slightly drunken glare. “Yeah, why?”
He met my gaze. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t serve you.”
He was tall and thin with long dark hair that went everywhere and a fairly lengthy beard. He looked like every other tattooed hipster I’d seen at college, but seemed slightly more mature. His arms were covered in random tattoos all the way down, including the back of his right hand. Even his knuckles were tattooed. Despite all of the distracting ink, he was still a rather attractive man –
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