Red Hot Rebel (Brothers of Paradise) by Olivia Hayle

Author:Olivia Hayle [Hayle, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-11T16:00:00+00:00

15

Rhys

“I thought Kenya was hot,” Ivy says, wiping at the back of her neck. A few tendrils of blonde hair are stuck to the damp skin.

“Kenya’s dry,” I say. “Singapore is wet.”

She nods absentmindedly, craning her neck to look for the approaching car. She doesn’t say anything else, but at this point, I think she’s figured me out. She knows I’m not someone to be spoken to around airports, not to mention on flights. But she hasn’t commented on it, either.

Completely oblivious to the looks she’s getting from other travelers waiting for their cars, she tugs at the buttons on her dress and huffs a sigh. “Why didn’t I pack more comfortable clothes?”

“Because you didn’t think this far ahead.”

“Yes, that’s exactly why.”

“And because you sleep in silk chiffon dresses.”

She levels a stare at me that is supposed to be withering, but it’s anything but. It’s a beautiful mixture of chagrin and embarrassment and something else, something warm. “Only sometimes,” she says. “And only when I have to.”

I can’t help it. I step close and wrap an arm around her waist, which I know I shouldn’t in public, but fuck it. “Best night’s sleep I’ve ever had,” I tell her.

Ivy looks up at me. “You could barely fit. We had to open the door halfway through the night because it got too humid inside.”

“Still the best night.” I’m telling her that because I love seeing the look in her eyes, the one she’s giving me now. She’s remembering my fingers between her legs, and I’m remembering the way she felt. The sounds of her moaned cries against my shirt.

Yeah, I’d slept for shit, but it was still a fantastic night.

“We’ll have a proper bed tonight,” she whispers. Her eyes on mine are wide, golden flecks breaking up the beautiful blue. “Your legs won’t hang over the edge.”

“I’m a good deal taller than the national average here, so I wouldn’t count on it.”

“You think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Yes, highly being the operative word here.”

She smiles, and I wish I had a camera to capture it. I’ll have to take her advice instead and take a mental picture. Her bad jokes are starting to grow on me.

This woman is starting to grow on me.

And the fact that she’d decided to trust me enough to give sex a try?

Yeah, I’m definitely taller than the average man here, not to mention anywhere, because I feel ten fucking feet tall.

I catch a group of tourists to our left eyeing us, something I’ve discovered is a normal side effect when you travel with someone like Ivy. She draws looks wherever we are, on planes, waiting at the gate, walking down the street, checking in at hotels.

My arm around her waist flexes a tad. It’s juvenile but impossible to stop. They can look, but that’s all.

We check into a hotel that is as sumptuous as it is elegant. Located in a mid-rise skyscraper, it has capitalized on the gorgeous nature that Singapore’s climate supports. Trumpet trees flower

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