didn't answer, she went into her bedroom and found her relaxing in a large oval bubble bath. "What are you doing? Remember all the planning I did? We're behind schedule. We need to get dinner."
"I couldn't resist. We can have dinner later or call room service."
"Room service? We're at this exclusive resort and you want room service?"
"Fine, you have a point, but only because I want to look around and I am pretty hungry. Just let me dry off and get dressed. I think we passed a restaurant on our walk here."
"We did. I'll go get changed and wait for you outside. It's almost sunset."
Keira knew if she didn't wait outside, Monica would take her time getting ready. Her stomach growled annoyingly at her again as she rested her arms on the railing at the end of the pier.
With the Pacific surrounding her, Keira imagined she was out on the open sea. As the breeze picked up, she spread her arms out wide as a big smile spread across her face.
I'm the queen of the world! she thought with a giggle.
The wind whipped her skirt around her, but the warmth of the sun on her skin kept her warm. There wasn't another word to describe where she was other than paradise.
The gentle thud of a door made Keira turn around, expecting to see Monica finally on her way to meet her. But her eyes never made it as far as their villa, they stopped on the man entering the last villa on the pier.
She didn't need a good look at him to know he had eyes as blue as the daytime sky and hair as black as night. His chiseled jaw was covered with a little scruff that bordered on being a beard, but was less than that. The longer top of his hair fluttered in the breeze. She recognized Griffin Goodrich immediately and like always, she was affected by him.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she gasped for air. She placed her hand on the rail to steady herself. She was klutzy enough, the last thing she needed was to fall into the ocean.
Of all the places to run into him, why here? Why now? Suddenly, Keira remembered one of her plans for the trip, and her lips curved up. Griffin oozed sex. She couldn't imagine anyone better than him to fit the bill. Griffin Goodrich was as close to perfection as Keira could imagine.
Chapter Four
Griffin Goodrich sped up his parents' driveway. He’d had enough with handling the ridiculous lawsuit against him. Everyone knew it was just a cash grab. Why he needed to defend himself from a fraud suit when he never even met the person before, he couldn't understand.
Nilsson, the family butler, rushed down the steps of the Georgian mansion as Griffin steered the bright yellow Ferrari F12tdf around the curve. Nilsson's chubby cheeks bounced as he ran onto the cement and threw his hands out in front of him.
Griffin saw Nilsson in his slate grey suit as a target. It wasn't that he didn't like the man, he simply enjoyed annoying him more.
He chuckled as he aimed the car towards the tired man, popped the clutch, and let the engine roar. He enjoyed the loudness of the new toy, and playing chicken with the anxious butler was just what he needed.
As he neared the man, he slammed on the brakes. The car came to a stop inches in front of Nilsson. Nilsson fluttered his hands wildly, annoying Griffin even more. He got out of the car, ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, and tossed the key fob into the air.
"Trust me, Nilsson, a few choice cuss words would feel a lot better than flapping your hands like a hummingbird," Griffin said.
"Yes, sir," Nilsson said as he caught the fob.
"See, even that. Act angry, be a man, do something."
Nilsson stared at Griffin with a confused expression. Griffin shook his head, smoothed the lapels on his black suit, then pointed to the car.
"That car has more balls than you do," he said. "Go ahead, sit in it. You know you want to."
Nilsson looked at the driver's seat and then back at Griffin. Beads of sweat covered Nilsson's forehead, but instead of wiping them away, he looked at the