Page 15 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)
Grant
S he agreed. I finally get alone time with Lana. I wanted to say more to her on the flight here, but I also didn’t want to push her. I knew I’d be seeing her tonight where we’ll be alone. No pressure, no friends, just her and I on the water.
Before I can reach her room, she comes out in a navy dress. It’s flowy and reaches her ankles. Her hair is down in waves. She turns quick to make sure the door is closed and the scent of a fresh shower and lavender hit me. I’d love to see what she tastes like.
Nope!
I need to take this slow with Lana. I don’t want her to bolt. I know she’s dealing with a bad breakup and I want her to know she can come to me. I could be her safe place. I want to show her I’m a guy she could be with—maybe forever, but that’s not going to happen in one night.
My eyes look up and down her body forcing me to put my hands in my pockets. The need to touch her is strong, but I need her to be comfortable around me first. This is the first time we’ll be alone together. I’m lucky she agreed to this activity and I don’t want to blow it.
Scarlett told me, after days of pestering her, that Lana has a thing about whales. I needed something to get her to think of me as a normal person. Thank fuck whales come to Hawaii just when Matt and Scarlett are getting married. Timing is fucking fantastic on that one.
“You ready, Sunshine?”
“Yup.” She starts walking with that scent filtering in the hall in front of me and suddenly stops. Then she turns around and points a finger at me. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m doing this because I like the whales.”
My mouth ticks up on one side. “I figured.”
“What does that mean?” She squints.
“I didn’t think you’d say no to the opportunity to see your favorite animal.”
She looks stunned for a second and then puts her wall up. “You’d be right.” Then she tries to hand me a crisp hundred-dollar bill. “This is for my ticket. Thank you for buying them in advance.”
This is a private cruise with dinner. It’s cost me five grand, not that I’d tell her any of that. “Your money is no good here. This event is my treat.” Then I lean down so I can whisper in her ear. “I have ulterior motives.”
“Ulterior motives?” She leans in subconsciously.
“Yes. I’m determined to see your dimple pop up tonight,” I say, while I graze the side of her cheek. She blushes, turns, and starts walking to the elevator again. I shake my head.
I’m hoping this is the way to Lana’s heart. Maybe she’ll finally let me in tonight.