Enchanted (The Accidental Billionaires #4)(22)

I hadn’t expected to be so attracted to him, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to get close to him, a hell of a lot closer than I was at the moment.

The man was smoking hot, but it wasn’t just his physical appearance. I was drawn to him in a way I’d never been pulled toward a guy before.

Be careful, Andie. I knew I could get burned by that tempting flame if I got too close to it.

I simply didn’t give a damn.

Bring on the burn.

Even though I had erotic dreams of rolling around in the sheets with him, I was pretty safe from any kind of future heartache, since he never looked at me with any kind of sensual longing in his gaze.

I was certain he still saw me as Owen’s little friend.

I’d have to try like hell to keep my salacious thoughts about him to myself, because I was suffering from unrequited lust.

He suddenly grinned, and my heart started to pound so hard that I could hear it beating in my ears. God, he was gloriously appealing when he smiled like that.

It was all the more alluring that he had no idea just how that smile could make a woman want to drop her panties.

“What happens in Cancún stays in Cancún, right?” he joked.

I swallowed hard, wishing that we’d end up having some really dirty secrets that I’d never share with anyone else once we left.

Something hot.

Something intimate.

Something utterly wild and unforgettable.

“Yes. Of course. Just like Vegas,” I agreed. “If you have one too many shots of good tequila, I’ll never tell.”

“I’ve actually never gotten drunk,” he answered. “I have an occasional beer or two, but I’ve never gotten hammered. I’ve never even tried tequila.”

Oh, sweet Jesus! “Do you know how badly that makes me want to see you down some really good shots?” I asked him.

Of course he’d never gotten drunk. He’d always had to keep it together for his family.

“I’m not sure I want to get drunk,” he said, considering it. “I nursed Aiden and Seth through quite a few hangovers when they were younger. It didn’t look like fun.”

I grinned. “Lots of water, a couple of aspirin, and a tiny amount of the hair of the dog that bit you in the morning, and then a good breakfast. Works every time for me.”

He let out a groan. “Please tell me you don’t run around plastered in unfamiliar territory.”

“I don’t,” I assured him. “But there is this great party-boat tour to Isla Mujeres. There’s always plenty of tequila on board.”

He held up a hand. “Not too much for me. Who’s going to watch out for you when you overindulge?”

My heart clenched like it was in a vise. I wanted to tell him that nobody had ever really watched out for me like that, but I didn’t want to have to explain. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, but you shouldn’t have to do it all the time.”

For some reason, I wanted to burst into tears, and I wasn’t a crier. I had to just keep telling myself that Noah was a natural caretaker. His desire to take care of everybody was second nature to him.

“Those are strong words for a guy who never lets anybody take care of him,” I scolded teasingly.

“You’re trying to help me,” he reminded me.

“Not really.” I blew off his compliment. “I’m pretty much doing exactly what I want to do. You’re just hanging out with me while I do it.”

“So, is this going to make us friends?” he asked lightly.

Friends?

Oh, God, no. I wasn’t sure I could be friends with a man who made me want to get him naked and find the nearest bed.

It was my knee-jerk reaction to deny that we could ever be friends, but for some reason, I couldn’t. “Maybe,” I answered in an offhanded statement.

Since we were never going to get horizontal together, maybe at least we could be friends. If I could get over the fact that he caused every female hormone in my body to beg for some kind of reprieve.

“I think I need to hit the mall,” he mentioned thoughtfully. “I didn’t really bring a lot of casual clothes.”

I snorted. “Please don’t tell me that you have a suitcase full of suits.”

I could tell by the look on his face that he was guilty of packing mostly work clothing.

“Really?” I said as my eyes widened. “Who packs heavy clothing for Cancún?”

“Apparently, I do,” he said with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Is there anything sexier than a man who can actually laugh at himself?

I was pretty sure that there wasn’t.

“They have a Walmart downtown. And if you want something nicer, a mall not far away.”

He nodded. “The mall. I want to break in that black credit card that Aiden talked me into. He had to get me some kind of invitation.”

There was only one black credit card that catered to the super wealthy, and the fact that he had one made me almost envious. I’d certainly never been invited to apply. “That card has some amazing perks,” I said with a sigh.

He raised a brow. “Wait. Don’t tell me. You’re an expert on credit cards, too.”

“Of course. I want people to get the best rewards when they’re traveling, so I keep track. I mean, I’m not exactly the Points Guy. But my card has three times the points for dining, plane fares, and car rental. I can cash those in to go other places. I might have a nice inheritance, but I’m not stupid about spending it. Doesn’t everybody want a good deal?”