“Wanna know the bad news?” she asked.
“What?”
She nodded her head to the door right beside Rhett’s.
“Found our room,” Ana said.
I looked up and saw the number 602 hanging off the door. I groaned as Ana giggled, her hand reaching for the handle. She opened the door and revealed a room much grander than I would’ve expected, and it soon washed away the anger that w
as seeping into my bones.
“This room is fantastic,” Ana said with a giggle. “Holy hell, I didn’t realize we were purchasing this kind of shit.”
“How much you want to bet Connie upgraded all of us? You’re welcome,” I said mockingly.
“I don’t care,” Ana said as she flopped down on the couch. “I’ll kiss her ass if it means this view for the next week. I mean, look at that balcony.”
I shut the door behind me, leaving all thoughts of Rhett out in the hallway.
“I could feel the heat between you two, you know,” Ana said. “It’s obviously still there.”
“Seriously? You wanted me to forget about him, and now you’re talking about him?” I asked.
“That was before he was our neighbor. And girl, I’m sorry, but that man is fine as hell.”
“I know,” I said, groaning. “He’s hotter than ever, but he’s trouble. And I’ve got no intention of getting involved with him on this cruise.”
“Trouble? You were defending his honor yesterday,” she said.
“Yes, because he was my high school sweetheart. Because he had a great impact on me and the person I turned out to be. But I never said he wasn’t trouble. He is. With those eyes and those arms and those shoulders.”
“And that dick,” Ana said with a grin.
“When do dicks mature?” I asked.
“Are we talking men or cocks?”
I laughed as I dropped my suitcase and flopped onto the couch next to her.
“This is a beautiful view,” I said.
“We’ve got to instill a rule, though.”
“What rule?” I asked.
“If my hair tie is on the doorknob, don’t come in unless you want an eyeful.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. There are two beds but nothing separating them. Unless you wanna see me riding Tommy’s cock into the ocean sunset, I suggest you look for a hair tie first.”
“That might be a good picture for my blog.”
“Don’t you dare,” she said. “And were you serious?”
“About what?”
“Not getting involved with Rhett? Even though he’s right over there and hot as fuck?”