beautiful restaurant by Chao Phraya River, dining by the riverside and taking in the lush views of the city. Small wooden boats cross the river, not to mention historical buildings like the Portugal Embassy and Bangrak Fire Station still standing on the other bank. The hot night was perfectly accompanied by the natural breeze from the river, and I couldn’t imagine a better place to have dinner. The food was just as divine as the ambience. Entrees consisted of deep-fried herbed crabmeat and minced chicken, papaya salad and chicken satay skewers. Dinner was Pad Thai and Green Pork Curry. And let’s not forget, my fussy pineapple daiquiri.
Tristan is really growing on me. Sure, he’s cocky and arrogant, broody as hell but he has a steady head on his shoulders. Within two years he wants Keys Destination Events to be Australia’s number one destination events firm, and the world’s number one in five. He’s already got his core service divisions all filled out; all with well-established people in the industry who carry along with them a list of repeat clients willing to go with them.
Here we were, alone in this motel room on this hot night in Bangkok. We couldn’t be in a more appropriately named city. Gah! Why is my mind always full of racy thoughts when he is around?
Sitting on the mattress, I’m aware that it’s late into the night and we both ought to get to bed. And there’s only one bed…
“Are you looking forward to going to Pattaya tomorrow?” I ask.
Tristan shrugs casually as he stands by the door. “I was hoping to see you in action.”
“There’s always next time.”
He smiles at me. “Perhaps.”
Taking a deep breath, I reposition myself on the bed so I’m lying on my stomach. My feet dangling in the air, I look up at him. “I guess it’s time for bed, hey?”
Tristan’s eyes widen slightly, and he looks slightly embarrassed.
“Oh. Yeah, of course. My flight is at nine tomorrow morning. Best to get some sleep…” He trails off, trying to avert his eyes from my loose hanging t-shirt which threatens to expose my cleavage.
“Great, err…” I’m lost for words when he peels off his shirt to expose those muscular arms that I would give anything to run my hands over. Tristan walks up to me and I bite my lip in anticipation of him joining me. Yes, it would be impulsive. Yes, it would be reckless, but I’m not questioning it. I want him, and I can tell he wants me too. He leans over me on the bed and I think he’s going to lie down but instead he grabs one of the pillows and takes it off the bed. And starts walking away from the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Shame there’s no couch in this place. At least it’s just one night.”
Dropping the pillow on the ground, I frown at his hasty decision and I sit up. “Whoa, whoa. You want to sleep on the floor?”
He shrugs, not bothered in the slightest. “It’s fine. It’s actually better for you, did you know that? There’s actual scientific research—”
“I don’t care, I’m not letting you sleep on the filthy floor!” I cross my arms, and I mean business. He had to forgo a nice stay at a hotel to keep me company, he at least gets the right to sleep on a bed even if it’s a thin and creaky one - even if it’s with me.
Tristan laughs at my annoyance. “Well, where do you suggest I sleep then? There’s not even a bathtub for me to squeeze into.”
Does he need me to spell it out for him? “Where else? On the bed silly.”
Smirking to himself, he shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
I raise a perfect eyebrow at him. “Come on, I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself—”
“Who said anything about you?” He mutters under his breath, looking at the floor.
I blush, the pits of my stomach feel like the depths of hell right now.
“You’re sleeping on the bed. End of story.”
Giving him a I-Will-Not-Stop-Until-I-Get-My-Way-Look, he rolls his eyes after a
Tristan is really growing on me. Sure, he’s cocky and arrogant, broody as hell but he has a steady head on his shoulders. Within two years he wants Keys Destination Events to be Australia’s number one destination events firm, and the world’s number one in five. He’s already got his core service divisions all filled out; all with well-established people in the industry who carry along with them a list of repeat clients willing to go with them.
Here we were, alone in this motel room on this hot night in Bangkok. We couldn’t be in a more appropriately named city. Gah! Why is my mind always full of racy thoughts when he is around?
Sitting on the mattress, I’m aware that it’s late into the night and we both ought to get to bed. And there’s only one bed…
“Are you looking forward to going to Pattaya tomorrow?” I ask.
Tristan shrugs casually as he stands by the door. “I was hoping to see you in action.”
“There’s always next time.”
He smiles at me. “Perhaps.”
Taking a deep breath, I reposition myself on the bed so I’m lying on my stomach. My feet dangling in the air, I look up at him. “I guess it’s time for bed, hey?”
Tristan’s eyes widen slightly, and he looks slightly embarrassed.
“Oh. Yeah, of course. My flight is at nine tomorrow morning. Best to get some sleep…” He trails off, trying to avert his eyes from my loose hanging t-shirt which threatens to expose my cleavage.
“Great, err…” I’m lost for words when he peels off his shirt to expose those muscular arms that I would give anything to run my hands over. Tristan walks up to me and I bite my lip in anticipation of him joining me. Yes, it would be impulsive. Yes, it would be reckless, but I’m not questioning it. I want him, and I can tell he wants me too. He leans over me on the bed and I think he’s going to lie down but instead he grabs one of the pillows and takes it off the bed. And starts walking away from the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Shame there’s no couch in this place. At least it’s just one night.”
Dropping the pillow on the ground, I frown at his hasty decision and I sit up. “Whoa, whoa. You want to sleep on the floor?”
He shrugs, not bothered in the slightest. “It’s fine. It’s actually better for you, did you know that? There’s actual scientific research—”
“I don’t care, I’m not letting you sleep on the filthy floor!” I cross my arms, and I mean business. He had to forgo a nice stay at a hotel to keep me company, he at least gets the right to sleep on a bed even if it’s a thin and creaky one - even if it’s with me.
Tristan laughs at my annoyance. “Well, where do you suggest I sleep then? There’s not even a bathtub for me to squeeze into.”
Does he need me to spell it out for him? “Where else? On the bed silly.”
Smirking to himself, he shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
I raise a perfect eyebrow at him. “Come on, I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself—”
“Who said anything about you?” He mutters under his breath, looking at the floor.
I blush, the pits of my stomach feel like the depths of hell right now.
“You’re sleeping on the bed. End of story.”
Giving him a I-Will-Not-Stop-Until-I-Get-My-Way-Look, he rolls his eyes after a
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