Bought by the Boss by Valentine Layla

Author:Valentine, Layla
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Maria

Something’s changed in Hunter. He’s doing odd things, like looking at me with softness—instead of hard, hungry lust—in his eyes. It’s an expression of caring.

He’s making all these little gestures too, and I don’t even know if he realizes it.

For starters, there’s the way he holds my hand as we walk the streets, ride up the tram on Sugarloaf, and then walk across the sightseeing boardwalk. Then there’s the way he loops his arm casually around my shoulder when we stop to rest—first at the cafe this morning, again looking out from on top of the mountain, and a third time while we chose rental surfboards from the surf shack at the beach.

And finally, there’s the way he acts so protective of me, while we lie on the beach, lazy under the afternoon sun. When men look at me, he always does something to show that we’re together. When we played in the surf on rented surfboards, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, showing anyone nearby that we were together.

Now, as we towel off for a final time and I pull my jean cut-offs up over the bikini he bought me, I wonder if he notices how he’s acting. Does he feel the difference in our interactions, like I do?

“I’ll take care of that,” he says, reaching for the towel that I’ve just shaken out and folded up. “We won’t need them again.”

He places our two towels in a stack and then runs over to a place where two Brazilian children are shoveling sand into buckets. I watch him give the towels to the kids, who smile with gratitude and then run off toward their parents.

When Hunter returns to my side, he reaches for my hand. I give it happily, and we walk together across the stretch of white sand.

For a half an hour we walk down city streets hand in hand. Hunter points out architectural features of some of the historical buildings that we pass, and I start to wonder if this is how our day will end—with a slow, ambling tour of the city.

At the same time, he seems to have an agenda. Occasionally he checks his watch. It’s the one I stashed in my purse, on the first night we met. That feels like ages ago. We’ve been through so much that I’m barely even embarrassed about the watch anymore. The intense emotional experiences I’ve shared with this man dwarf the fiasco of taking the watch.

“Where are we going?” I ask as Hunter pauses to read another set of street signs.

“Oh, you’ll see,” he says mysteriously.

Turning down a narrow side street, I catch the sight of glittering water ahead. A small, secluded harbor lies at the street’s end, crowded with an assortment of boats.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathe.

I take longer steps to keep up with Hunter, who has sped up. As we near the water, I see that many of the boats are sailboats. They rock back and forth along with the rise and dip of slow, rolling waves that enter the narrow harbor.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.