Page 105 of Get Me to the Starting Line
Arms snake around my waist as Adam hauls me away.
“Do you want to get arrested?” he hisses in my ear.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I seethe, my jaw clenched tightly.
He laughs. “Alright, momma bear, let’s pretend you weren’t about to start throwing hands. Julien can handle himself.”
He jerks his head towards Julien’s seat, but he’s gone. I whirl around to find him sitting at the bar, drink in hand. He’s as far away from the action as possible.
“She touched him when he didn’t want it,” I explain.
“I know.”
We’re in a dark corner where no one can see us. Adam stares down at me, bracing his hands on my arms. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
He huffs. “Liar.”
He gives me a knowing look, scanning my face to make sure it’s safe. I roll my eyes and nod. When he lets go, he beams, light dancing in his blue eyes as he waggles his brows. I know he knows everything that’s happened between me and Julien—Paige has told him everything. With as much dignity as I can muster, I turn my back and stomp over to my seat to wait out our time here.
Julien doesn’t come back to his spot, staying at the bar for the next hour. The heat of his exploration burns the back of my neck, my body, but I don’t turn around.
An eternity later and I’m exhausted when we head back to the hotel. I make sure to take a different Uber than Julien, not sure if I’d be able to control myself in this state. I’m tipsy, irritated, and so fucking turned on I can’t see straight.
Not a recipe for good decisions.
Back in my hotel room with the door locked and deadbolt in place (like I think that will stop me from searching out Julien), I flopdown on my bed in my big fluffy robe, so comfy and warm after my shower.
My skin feels too tight, though, and I can’t get comfortable no matter how hard I try. I’m buzzing, alive with too many feelings. It’s a good thing Paige reminded me to bring my vibrator.
Smart woman, my sister.
Imayhaveprintedan hour-by-hour itinerary that we will absolutely adhere to this weekend, but I’m not cruel. We have plenty of scheduled relaxation time. And since the race is Sunday morning, I packed most of the taxing activities into yesterday’s schedule.
Today is a bit more chill.
The only thing I have to worry about is Paige and Adam getting the bright idea to sneak off and get married while we’re here.
I told her in no uncertain terms if she did that, she would pay for it for the rest of her life.
Hence why I’ve kept us so busy so far.
Considering how exhausted we were last night, sitting poolside after a late-morning sleep in was the perfect activity to start the day. Pool fun, followed by a poolside lunch before we head to our next surprise.
Unsurprisingly, I’m the first to arrive.
I grab a bunch of chairs, laying my stuff out so our group can all sit together when they meander down. Simon and Jake were eating breakfast, so I know at least they’ll be here soon.
That’s okay. I needed a minute to check my emails and figure out a few last-minute calculations for—
“Hey!” I yell when someone snatches my phone from my hand.
I look up to see a familiar head of dark, curly hair towering over me.
“You’re on vacation,” Julien mutters as he glares at my phone like it’s to blame for my inability to relax.
“No one was here,” I huff. “Give me my phone back.”
