Secret Fantasy(15)
Author: Carly Phillips

Minutes later she woke with a start. A shiver shook her, despite the heat, and he watched, entranced, as awareness of her surroundings dawned slowly. “You’re awake.”

Startled, she turned toward him, a light blush on her already sunburned cheeks. “How did, when did you get…” She shook her head. “Never mind. I’m sure I don’t want to know.”

He laughed, not at her discomfort but because he enjoyed her so much. “I’ve only been here a short while and, in case you’re curious, you don’t snore.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Did you have a good rest?”

She nodded, then quickly averted her gaze, making him wonder again about those dreams she might have had. “Are you still interested in those resort activities?”

She curled her knees up beneath her chin. “You bet. After a swim and cool drink. What did you have in mind?”

“Beach volleyball and then a surprise.”

She grinned. “I love surprises.”

“Then let’s get the day started. I’ll race you to the pool.” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on top of her beach bag on the ground.

Her wide-eyed gaze followed his movement, her stare settling on his bare chest.

“You keep looking at me like that and even the pool won’t cool me off.”

“There’re more ways than a pool to take care of your problem.” Her eyes darkened with a heat he couldn’t mistake.

For the first time in their acquaintance she didn’t look away when tossing out a provocative comeback. And though a light blush stained her cheeks, determination shone in her eyes and no tremor shook her voice. She was comfortable around him, he realized. Enough to let down her guard. The initial awkwardness was gone.

Heaven help him now.

CHAPTER FOUR

JULIETTE DOVE into the heated pool, the water still cool enough to jolt her back into reality and out of the sensual haze her dream had taken her into. And what a dream she’d had. Centering around Doug and his erotic talents, all of her senses had been heightened and aroused. She’d fallen asleep thinking about him, so her dream made sense on a logical level. But in her imagination, he had taken her to a fevered, unsatisfied state of desire and she’d awakened, her yearning high, to find he’d been watching her as she slept.

As she rose from the depths of the deep end, pushing her hair back and shaking the water from her face, Doug surfaced beside her. “How about that drink?” He pointed toward the cascading waterfall and the tropical water bar.

“I think I’ll wait awhile.” No telling how her body would react to a combination of alcohol, sun and Doug. She leaned back and floated on top of the water, letting the rays bathe her face in warmth.

“How about sharing a raft instead?”

She lifted her head to find him in possession of a simple float. Grabbing on to one side, she waited while he did the same. They floated in the deep end, adrift and alone. “You have to admit, this is the life.” She let out a satisfied sigh.

“Beats the daily grind, that’s for sure.” He slicked back his dark hair.

“You said you’re a writer.”

He nodded. “I followed in the old man’s footsteps.”

She rested her chin against the plastic liner. “Do you mind if I ask which father?”

He shook his head. “Ted Hou…my adoptive dad.” His voice took on an unmistakable warmth. “He’s really the only father I have or care to recall. My real old man took off, so there’s not much point in remembering him.”

“But you’re close with your adoptive parents?”

“They’re the best.”

She smiled. “So are my parents. I think it’s a wonderful gift when you can look back and know you’ve had it good.” She thought about her father, his warmth, caring and the regular Sunday morning breakfast with his “girls” as he called Juliette, Gillian and their mother.

He’d given them so much love and acceptance—which was probably why she felt so strongly about protecting him now. “Do you ever feel you owe your parents? Your adoptive parents, I mean, for giving you more than a roof over your head?” Because her parents had not only given her life but they’d sheltered her from the harsh realities of the press and public scrutiny when they could, and they honestly cared about her happiness. She sifted water through her hand, lost in thought.

“I know I owe them.” At the sound of Doug’s voice, she raised her head. “They saved me from the street.” He cleared his throat.

“How so?”

“I was ten years old. I hadn’t slept in days, unless you count resting on a park bench, and I hadn’t eaten in twice as long. I was half a step away from foster care and one quarter step away from being arrested.”

Hearing his story, her heart twisted at the pain no child should have to know. When she’d voiced her thoughts aloud, she’d been pondering how to save her father’s reputation, not something as elemental as basic survival. Without thinking, she reached out and put her wet hand over Doug’s arm, silently conveying her understanding.

His free hand covered hers. He glanced up, blinking into the sunlight, as if remembering. “Sometimes in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up hungry and have to shake myself so I remember there’s a full fridge downstairs and I’m not some ten-year-old kid out of options who has to resort to pickpocketing if I want food in my belly.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling embarrassed at what seemed like shallower pursuits. “You know, when I asked you that question, I was thinking about my dad and how I can help him now. I never imagined…” She shook her head, not knowing what else to say. And even as she realized she’d mentioned her father, though not by name, she couldn’t regret exchanging information with Doug. Not when he’d given her such insight into his past.

His blue eyes, reflecting and taking on the hue of the water, focused on her. “When you find yourself fortunate enough to have good parents and, believe me, I know the difference, there’s little you wouldn’t do in return. That’s something I understand well.”

Juliette nodded. He obviously could understand her desire to care for and protect the people who raised her.

“It sounds like you’re here to sort something out. Something related to your dad?” He squeezed her hand, as if asking her to trust him.

“You could say that.” She wondered what Doug would advise her if he knew the truth about who she was and what she’d been through. She wondered if her heart, which beat erratically in her chest and begged her to open up and let him in, could be trusted. After all, she’d made too many errors to be one-hundred-percent certain of her judgment and choices. But something inside her told her this man was different. That he wouldn’t use her the way Stuart had. She’d already decided to trust him with her body. Her emotions couldn’t possibly be far behind.