ample amount of bubble bath in, the aromatic suds were soon fizzing and popping everywhere, threatening to spill onto the bathroom floor.
I stripped off and sank down low, letting the little bubbles of bliss swallow me up. It felt heavenly as I submerged down to my chin. A throaty sigh escaped as the hot water penetrated my skin. Lavender and patchouli filled the air.
Suddenly, everything didn’t seem so bad. I felt a little stupid at getting so worked up today. What was I? Fifteen? I had reacted like a jealous teenager. I’d never been that type of woman. Kyle didn’t owe me anything. It’s not like we were a couple. Maybe my hopes had been raised a little too high. I needed to step back and just accept it for what it was, a bit of fun while on holiday. I could live with that, couldn’t I?
What seemed to sting more than anything was that he’d never mentioned Gina. He’d kissed me and said nice things. One didn’t normally do that when you were practically engaged to someone else. I would call him on it when I saw him next. If I saw him again.
The effects of the hot, bubbling water had me dozing on and off and dreaming that someone was knocking at the door. It seemed to be getting louder and louder. Groggily looking around the misty room, the knocking continued. Someone was actually at the door.
Dashing out of the bath with soapsuds all over me, I threw my bathrobe on and flung open the door without so much as a second thought.
For the second night in a row, there stood Kyle. This time he was dry and holding a single, long stemmed white rose. It was I who was making puddles on the floor.
“Hey there, gorgeous! Gina told me that a woman had arrived looking for me today so I figured it must have been you. I looked everywhere. Where did you go?”
For a moment all I could see was his glorious straight, white teeth as he smiled and the gleam in his eyes. It did something to me that almost had me let my guard down and hurl myself at him but then I torpedoed back to reality.
I turned my back on him, giving him the cold shoulder. I wasn’t going to pretend as if nothing was wrong.
“Hey! What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?”
What a great actor! He almost sounded sincere. I couldn’t look at him and risk drowning in his eyes so I moved over to the bed where I sat down facing away from him. My throat tightened and I squeezed my eyes shut as I anticipated how the conversation would play out.
Kyle approached and stood close, waiting on me to say something but I didn’t know what the hell to say. I hated confrontation.
“Please, tell me!” A sliver of panic laced his words as he bent down to my level.
As if he didn’t know what was wrong! Was I going to have to spell it out for him?
He couldn’t see the tears that were pooling in the corner of my eyes or the quiver in my lips.
“Why did you leave the set today? I wanted so much to see you. Where did you go? I waited for you.”
Was this guilt talking? Playing the innocent victim to the hilt? Seriously? Did he think I was stupid?
Swallowing back my tears, I found my voice. “I started to walk back to the resort. One of your crew members was passing and drove me back here,” I blurted with a hint of malice that I couldn’t seem to hide.
“But why? Why didn’t you wait to see me?”
Oh yeah. He’s good. He’s still acting like he doesn’t know.
“Well, I saw you and your future wife together in a love scene and I couldn’t handle it. It’s not something I wanted to watch. I’m sure you can understand.”
Anger was sabotaging any rationality by this stage as I remembered how hurt I’d felt at having gone all the way up there to see Kyle, only to be confronted with him in a love scene with the buxom blonde who made no effort to hide her feelings or her breasts.
Kyle sat down next to me on the bed and spun me around so that I faced him but I averted his gaze.
“What do you mean my future wife?” His voice cracked as it raised an
I stripped off and sank down low, letting the little bubbles of bliss swallow me up. It felt heavenly as I submerged down to my chin. A throaty sigh escaped as the hot water penetrated my skin. Lavender and patchouli filled the air.
Suddenly, everything didn’t seem so bad. I felt a little stupid at getting so worked up today. What was I? Fifteen? I had reacted like a jealous teenager. I’d never been that type of woman. Kyle didn’t owe me anything. It’s not like we were a couple. Maybe my hopes had been raised a little too high. I needed to step back and just accept it for what it was, a bit of fun while on holiday. I could live with that, couldn’t I?
What seemed to sting more than anything was that he’d never mentioned Gina. He’d kissed me and said nice things. One didn’t normally do that when you were practically engaged to someone else. I would call him on it when I saw him next. If I saw him again.
The effects of the hot, bubbling water had me dozing on and off and dreaming that someone was knocking at the door. It seemed to be getting louder and louder. Groggily looking around the misty room, the knocking continued. Someone was actually at the door.
Dashing out of the bath with soapsuds all over me, I threw my bathrobe on and flung open the door without so much as a second thought.
For the second night in a row, there stood Kyle. This time he was dry and holding a single, long stemmed white rose. It was I who was making puddles on the floor.
“Hey there, gorgeous! Gina told me that a woman had arrived looking for me today so I figured it must have been you. I looked everywhere. Where did you go?”
For a moment all I could see was his glorious straight, white teeth as he smiled and the gleam in his eyes. It did something to me that almost had me let my guard down and hurl myself at him but then I torpedoed back to reality.
I turned my back on him, giving him the cold shoulder. I wasn’t going to pretend as if nothing was wrong.
“Hey! What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?”
What a great actor! He almost sounded sincere. I couldn’t look at him and risk drowning in his eyes so I moved over to the bed where I sat down facing away from him. My throat tightened and I squeezed my eyes shut as I anticipated how the conversation would play out.
Kyle approached and stood close, waiting on me to say something but I didn’t know what the hell to say. I hated confrontation.
“Please, tell me!” A sliver of panic laced his words as he bent down to my level.
As if he didn’t know what was wrong! Was I going to have to spell it out for him?
He couldn’t see the tears that were pooling in the corner of my eyes or the quiver in my lips.
“Why did you leave the set today? I wanted so much to see you. Where did you go? I waited for you.”
Was this guilt talking? Playing the innocent victim to the hilt? Seriously? Did he think I was stupid?
Swallowing back my tears, I found my voice. “I started to walk back to the resort. One of your crew members was passing and drove me back here,” I blurted with a hint of malice that I couldn’t seem to hide.
“But why? Why didn’t you wait to see me?”
Oh yeah. He’s good. He’s still acting like he doesn’t know.
“Well, I saw you and your future wife together in a love scene and I couldn’t handle it. It’s not something I wanted to watch. I’m sure you can understand.”
Anger was sabotaging any rationality by this stage as I remembered how hurt I’d felt at having gone all the way up there to see Kyle, only to be confronted with him in a love scene with the buxom blonde who made no effort to hide her feelings or her breasts.
Kyle sat down next to me on the bed and spun me around so that I faced him but I averted his gaze.
“What do you mean my future wife?” His voice cracked as it raised an
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