Beckoned, Part 4 by Aviva Vaughn

Author:Aviva Vaughn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vacation romance, jetset, jet, love, love triangle, second chance, second chance romance, mba, graduate school, sweet steamy, jane austen, barcelona, spain, london, england, bath, honolulu, hawaii, wealthy, strong female lead, multicultural romance, asian-american, china latina, latina, trust fund, banker, food romance, travel romance, realistic sex, wilder, milan, foster, halle
Publisher: Everingham Press
Published: 2017-11-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12: Watering The Seed

“Nice,” Dalia said as she ran her hand over the luxurious mohair fabric before sitting down in the plush cream loveseat in the sitting area of Angela’s suite. “Why aren’t you guys staying at his apartment?” She watched Angela pack her photography equipment into a heavily-padded backpack.

Angela looked up at Dalia as she inspected a lens, wiping it with a microfiber cloth. “He has roommates and he likes more privacy when I’m in town,” she said with a meaningful glance at her friend.

“More privacy to have his way with you?” Dalia said with a sly eye.

“Maybe,” she said with a playful wink. “We always stay at a hotel when I’m here. At first I thought it was a bit much, but I’ve gotten used to it.”

“I think anyone could get used to this,” Dalia said as her eyes took in the simple but luxurious surroundings.

Soren had already left for school for the day. He still had a couple of exams and papers due this week, and his family would be arriving today as well. Between school and family, it was going to be work to maximize her time with him.

A knock at the door heralded Kieran’s arrival.

“I’ll get it.” Dalia smoothed her black hair as she got up from the couch and headed to the door. “Hey handsome,” she said gamely at Kieran as she gave him a lingering full body hug.

Angela tried not to stare, trying to focus on packing up her backpack with all the equipment she would need for the day: Fish eye? Check. 55-200mm? Check. Tripod? Check.

“You almost ready?” Kieran asked Angela as he put down his own backpack.

Angela noted it was black. Did he own anything that wasn’t black?

“Yes, just ten more minutes. I didn’t get to finish breakfast.” She waved her hand at the room service cart near the window.

He sat down on the loveseat. “Take your time. We aren’t in a rush.”

She stood up and faced him. He gave her his omnipresent smoldering smile. Why did he always have to look so good? She walked over to the room service cart. “Do you want some?”

“No thanks, I have my coffee here and I grabbed a pastry on the way over,” he said, holding up his cup and paper bag. “The food here is amazing. I haven’t had anything that wasn’t fantastic.”

“Is this your first time to Spain?” Dalia asked languidly.

Kieran shook his head. “No, but I only made it to Madrid. Barcelona is so different.”

“Yeah, they take their food seriously here. But trust me, it’s not all good. The Chinese food here is awful,” Angela said, sticking her tongue out in mock disgust. She took a bite of her whole grain toast.

Kieran smirked.

“So where are you going to shoot today?” Dalia asked.

Angela waved the toast in the air as she spoke. “We are going to the marketplace on La Rambla and to the Cathedral in the Barri Gotic. Wanna come?”

Dalia pursed her lips for a moment. “Nah, you guys are boring when you are taking pictures.

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