Serena Bell - Still So Hot!

“Celine!”

Elisa counted maybe ten yammering entertainment buzzards. Pretty good for a minor celebrity, and she felt a twinge of pride. They were here because of the buzz she’d made.

And then the pride deflated like a leaky balloon.

What a waste now, thanks to Brett.

They’d disembarked the plane into a brilliantly sunny, warm paradise, with white sailboats in the harbor, red-roofed houses dotting green hills and palm fronds waving in a light breeze. It had taken them just a few minutes to clear customs and collect their baggage, and now they stepped out of the protective atmosphere of the single-gate airport and into Celine’s world. Media and clamor.

“Celine! Tell us why you’re doing this! What’s a weekend dating boot camp?”

No—Elisa wouldn’t let her work be a waste. She would find a way to make the most of this moment. She’d come this far, and she was not going to back quietly away. Until the weekend was over, this was her show, her chance.

She and Brett and Celine pushed through the minimob. She kept a hand on Celine’s back, moving her forward. Haven Hoyt had carefully coached Elisa on managing this moment.

“Don’t stop walking or they’ll pin you,” Haven had said. “And for God’s sake, smile. Every single second is a photo op, and the last thing you want is a photo of you with a grimace on your face plastered all over the internet.”

They were almost to the cab, a soft-top Jeep Wrangler, a tough-looking jungle car in a sea of cutesy Smart cars. The cab would ferry them straight to the hotel, and then hotel security would take over the work of holding the media off Celine. Elisa’s smile was starting to hurt, but she remembered Haven’s words and kept it in place.

A microphone crowded her face. “Where’d they meet?” It was a blond woman Elisa vaguely recognized from the evening entertainment shows.

“On the town.” Ooh, she was pleased with her answer. So much better than “in a drugstore.”

“Were you with her?”

“She did it herself, using techniques I taught her. Teach a woman to fish...”

Laughter from the peanut gallery. That was good, right? Her smile was real now. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted her videographer, Morrow, hanging back from the pack, and he gave her a thumbs-up. She liked him a lot, and his previous clients, including some heavy hitters, had raved about his work.

The blond woman was a bulldog. “Is it serious?”

What had Haven said? Every question is an opportunity. “They’ve only known each other a few days. But who knows? If things go well, maybe she won’t need me after this weekend.”

More laughter. She looked over at Celine who was smiling brilliantly. Brett’s expression didn’t match. But he was a guy, so instead of looking grim, he looked serious and thoughtful. Authoritative.

That jaw. The fact that he hadn’t shaved this morning made her want to test the texture of his stubble with her tongue.

Her smile had slipped slightly, and she tugged it back on.

“If she’s only known him a few days, why’d she bring him to the Caribbean?”

Excellent question. I wish I knew. “Destination dates are becoming very popular. Rendezvous encourages its clients to pick exciting locations even for first dates. And of course Celine will meet many men and have a whole variety of dates this weekend.”

She’d even gotten her business’s name in without sounding like a total tool. They were at the Jeep, sliding across the backseat, Celine, then Brett, then Elisa, and the relief was as profound as if they’d entered a decontamination chamber. She slammed the door behind them, and the cab pulled away to a chorus of flashes.

“You were great!” Celine said.

“Very smooth.” Brett’s tone was so dry that once again she couldn’t tell if he was mocking her.

She snuck a look at him. In the center seat, he’d leaned toward the windshield and was staring out at the green, brown and blue world. The road was narrow, and people kept squeezing past them in the opposite direction at ungodly speeds. She could blame the rapid trip of her pulse on that, not on the hard length of his thigh pressed against hers.

If he leaned back, his shoulder would trap hers against the backrest. When she’d ridden in cabs with him years ago in New York, the middle seat had kept a safe foot of distance between them.

She was breathless from triumph and hurrying across the tarmac, not to mention the scary driving. The amount of space Brett took up in the cab had nothing to do with it. Neither did the heat pouring off him or the scent of fresh male sweat and that still familiar Old Spice.

She certainly wasn’t breathless from imagining what that hard thigh would feel like, eased between hers, or because she could remember the exact silken slip of his tongue against hers.

He’s your client’s date.

She inched toward the window until there was a narrow strip of space between their bodies. And began to work on slowing her breathing.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out. The text was from an unknown number.

He said yes! (This is Sherry fr plane. Flight attndt.)

A big grin spread over Elisa’s face.

Of course he did. Have fun!

Her phone buzzed right away.

THK U.

Keep me updated.

IOU

Give my card to a friend who lives in NYC.

Will do.

“You text fast,” Brett observed.

Elisa laughed. “Sometimes people desperately need advice in the middle of their dates. I have, like, three seconds to tell them how to keep the date going or end it ASAP. Texting fast is a career skill.”

“What kinds of things do they ask?”

I wore granny panties! What do I do if he wants to come in? “Oh, like, ‘Should I let him pick up the check?’”

“And what do you say?”

Go to the restroom and take them off! “‘There are no rules. Go with your gut.’ Or ‘If he offered, yes.’”

“Not, ‘For God’s sake, woman, don’t do it! He’s probably a jerk, and if you let him pay, he’ll expect sex’?”

She glared at him and resumed paging through her texts.

The next one was from Haven. How’s it going?

Great so far. Didn’t have to wait for cab. On way to hotel.

The phone vibrated in her hand. Glad to hear it.

Can I call you when I get to the resort? Slight complication. Pretty sure I’ve got it under control, just wanted a second opinion.

I’ll be here.

The Jeep zoomed by a small cluster of shops on the right. She was surprised to find the island dustier and less jungle-verdant than she’d been expecting. Not Hawaii—spikier, more arid and windier—but beautiful nonetheless, even with vines and strange succulent plants that looked like they might eat people.

“So what’s the plan, Queen of Hearts? How long do I stick around?”

“Elisa’s going to take off. So you and I can hang out.” Celine smiled her glossiest television smile.

She felt Brett’s surprise. For a moment she let herself enjoy his discomfort. Served him right for picking up celebrities in drugstores and agreeing to fly to Caribbean islands with them. Served him right for—

She had to stop hating him. It was such an impediment to getting over him. She needed to feel nothing. Blank, neutral, maybe a mild irritation, like you’d feel at a housefly that had gotten into your kitchen.

“Celine said she’d like to postpone the boot camp weekend.”

He frowned at Elisa, then turned his head to speak to Celine. “Look.”

Oh, God, this was exactly what she’d been trying to prevent.

“Celine. You’re a sweet girl. And this is an awkward situation.”

He sounded so warm. So smooth. She’d never actually heard him dump a woman before, but it didn’t surprise her that he was as skilled at it as he was at making conquests. Why not? He had abundant experience with both.