Linda Goodnight - Rich Man, Poor Bride

He tilted his head in silent agreement. “I was trying to help, not add to the problem.”

“I realize that now. But I can’t afford to upset a guest.” Her clear green eyes took in his sweaty appearance. “Volleyball?”

“Yeah.” He was tempted to remind her that he was a guest, too, but decided that sounded woefully childish. “And now I’m looking for the hot tub.”

“This is the floor. Would you like me to show you?”

“Lead on.”

He followed her down the corridor and into a large sunroom. Enclosed in glass, the room could be opened to the sights and sounds of the surf below. Now the windows were closed and fogged over with humidity from the hot water. A small self-serve bar lined one wall. Next to the bar was a bathroom complete with shower, toiletries, towels and several generic swimsuits. A plethora of green plants created a near junglelike atmosphere, a great place for a romantic interlude.

He shot a quick glance at Ruthie and wondered if she was the type. Might be interesting to find out.

She bent to check the water temperature, and Diego lost his breath as the demure shorts edged upward against firm smooth thighs.

Yes, indeed. Very interesting.

Completely unaware that he’d been ogling her legs and backside, Ruthie rose and asked, “Would you like me to fix you a drink while you change?”

“Who said I was changing?” He stripped off his tank top and tossed it on the floor.

“Oh. Well.” Just as she had that day in his suite, Ruthie looked everywhere but at his chest. Her reaction to his body stoked his ego.

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