Matched by Design by Lindzee Armstrong

Author:Lindzee Armstrong
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Snowflake Press

Chapter 15

Jasmine heaved a sigh, turning her face toward the warm Hawaiian sun. Finally, she was celebrating her twenty-first birthday right.

She took a cool sip of her Mai Tai, dropping her free hand over the side of her lounge chair. Soon it was encompassed by a much larger one, the reassuring warmth of his presence making her heart flutter.

Jasmine pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head, grinning at Isaac. His answering smile had her knees turning to jelly.

And then he leaned across the space between them, his lips lowering toward hers…

Brrrring! Brrrring!

Jasmine burrowed deeper into the warmth of the covers. Isaac’s image was growing fuzzy, and she struggled to hold on to the dream. He’d been about to kiss her.

Brrrring! Brrrring!

She groaned into the pillow, blinking groggily. Her eyes felt like she’d tried to snorkel in the salt water without goggles. As the remnants of the dream faded, she struggled to orient herself to the present. The room felt unfamiliar, the bed too hard to be hers. And that ringing sound … what was it? The tinny soprano chime wasn’t one she recognized.

Beside her, someone rolled over, reaching for the phone on the nightstand.

Wait.

Jasmine stopped blinking, her heart suddenly beating a rapid staccato.

Isaac was in bed with her. They were in Isla del Amor, pretending to be engaged.

A click sounded as Isaac grabbed the hotel phone off the bedside table. “Hello? Yeah, just one moment. Let me get her for you.”

And suddenly the awkwardness—excitement?—of sharing a bed with Isaac, even if all they’d done was sleep, vanished. Genevieve! Jasmine grabbed her cell phone from her bedside table, squinting at the time. She’d forgotten to set her alarm last night, and it was after eight o’clock. Crap!

Isaac covered the receiver with one hand and held it out to her, whispering, “It’s Genevieve.”

Jasmine accepted the receiver, putting a hand over her eyes. She was in so much trouble. “Hey, Genevieve. I am so sorry. I didn’t leave the work room until after two, and—”

“How soon can you be here?” Genevieve interrupted.

Jasmine took a sharp breath. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“See you then.” Click.

Jasmine hopped out of bed. She should probably be self-conscious about the silk camisole set she was wearing as pajamas, especially since the pajama shorts barely reached mid-thigh and the top was a little low in front. But she didn’t have time to worry about that.

“Are you in trouble?” Isaac asked as she raced toward the bathroom.

“Something like that!” she called.

Jasmine took the fastest shower of her life and managed to skid into the second-floor work room only twenty-one minutes later.

Genevieve didn’t say anything. She had a vest on one of the mannequins and a pin between her lips as she simply stared at Jasmine, then went back to work.

It was probably better not to apologize again. After all, eight-thirty wasn’t exactly late. In L.A., Jasmine wasn’t required to be in the office until nine o’clock, although she usually showed up much earlier.

So Jasmine just sat down at the sewing machine and picked up where she’d left off the night before.

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