She, too, was stubborn, and she knew it. It was a trait she wasn’t exactly fond of, but she allowed it to flourish. Dana was as dedicated as she was stubborn, which was often a deadly combination.
They climbed off the jet together, taking a car to Griffin’s mansion. She wasn’t able to focus on the heat of the climate, the beauty of the tropics, and the warmth of the sun on her bare skin, because of fucking Rux.
Despite her annoyance, she wanted to feel his hand on her thigh. It was the most erotic thing in the world to feel your partner’s skin on yours, especially in a public space where neither of you could do much about it.
Was that how she thought of him, though? Her partner?
Dana returned to sulking, staring out of the window, thinking of Jennifer. She was thankful that Rux had brought her that far to the island. She couldn't have gotten there on her own valuation and dime.
Dana had been destined to live and thrive alone, and she had been convinced of it as a fact as she grew older. Even when she had dated before and had sex, she never thought of them as people who would accompany her along the road of her life.
This is my life, and I’m going to lead it exactly the way I want to.
She could smell him, though … his masculine musk, and saw the way his muscles strained in his Hawaiian shirt. The man drove her crazy, so she shuffled their little skirmish into the back of her mind to deal with later.