“Oh… so the ladies don’t know about our trip?”
“Only my brothers.”
Corinne nodded. “I see.”
Xavier sat down on a lounge chair and Corinne crawled into his lap, facing him.
“We had to have background checks to visit.”
Corinne’s eyes widened. “Why?”
Xavier gave her a look. “Because they have to make sure we’re not the po po.” He laughed, and Corinne smirked.
“We could be the po po.”
A thick brow rose up Xavier’s face.
Corinne shrugged. “I mean, this is all about fantasy, right? Technically, I could be a police officer, and you, my suspect.”
“Bella,” he leaned forward to kiss her lips. “There’s nothing sexy about that.”
Corinne’s head fell back, and she laughed. “I was just—”
“No. Nope. Not sexy.”
Corinne surrendered her hands. “Okay. You might be right.”
“Of course I am. We’re not fantasizing about no po po.”
She laughed, tickled to death, while understanding him all the same.
“I can’t wait to see what we could get into.”
“You’re getting excited by the minute.”
She shrugged. “I am. I can honestly say I’m ready to explore something new with you.”
“Oh, so, it’s you who’s getting used to me, then?”
Corinne pursed her lips. “Don’t even try it.”
“I’m saying.”
“Nothing. You’re saying nothing at all, Mr. Valentine.”
“Okay. Alright.” He lifted her hands from his shoulders and kissed the back of one, then the other, as his gaze moved to the suitcases near the entrance of their lounge.
“What did you bring to wear?”
Her brows dipped mischievously. “Well… since this place is a little risqué, I brought the appropriate attire.”
Xavier growled. “I can’t wait to see this attire of yours.”
She giggled. “What did you bring?”
“A speedo.”
Corinne gasped then fell into a heap of giggles. “I know you lying!”