Page 37 of Pleasure Island
I thought…got you.
But all he did was tug my hands away once more. “You’re drunk, Mila. You should go into the bungalow and lay down.”
I had an immediate desire to snap back that I wasn’tthatdrunk, except he wasn’t entirely wrong. My head was spinning, and my limbs felt loose and easy.
I’d just made a move on my bodyguard, and he’d rebuffed it.
He’d also managed to ease up until I stood squarely on my own two feet, and he’d put a good eighteen inches of distance between us.
Sniffing, I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as he unlocked the bungalow. He gave me a hard look and pointed at the square of pavement under my feet. “You stay here while I check and make sure everything is secure.”
I huffed out a breath. “It’s my grandmother’s island! Nobody is going to try to hurt me here!”
But he ignored me, ducking inside and doing a quick walk through the bungalow. I heard him coming back, and I started inside.
We crashed into each other, his hands going to my arms to steady me. “I told you to stay,” he said, sounding just the slightest bit exasperated with me.
“I heard you coming back and knew everything was fine,” I responded.
He was standing close again.
Setting my gaze to his lips, I said, “You sure you wouldn’t want to kiss me, Liam?”
He let go of me as though scalded and immediately backed up a few feet. “You need to lay down,” he said again.
I sighed and walked past him, pausing inside the bungalow only long enough to kick my shoes off before heading on into the lushly appointed master suite.
“Fine,” I said over my shoulder. “Be that way.”
But my heart was racing a little.
I’d noticed something this time.
His gaze, for the briefest moment, had rested on my lips.
I fell asleep with a smug smile on my face.
