Turn Towards the Sun by Jennifer Domenico Read Free Book Online Page A

dark espr esso colored furniture. The space is large, with sitting areas, covered cabanas, and lounge chairs flanking the infinity edge pool. A bar area sits alongside one end of the pool where visitors can swim up and order drinks. Every guest has a server who brings drinks, food, or anything else the person desires. It’s all very posh.
    I want to strike up a conversation, but he seems very cold and distant. He’s obviously focused on his work. Best to keep my iPod plugged in and my mouth shut.
     
    I’m ready to flip and need sunscreen on my back. Should I ask Enzo to do it? Good reason to talk to him at least after thirty minutes of silence. Will that seem too forward? I can’t do it myself though. Here goes.
    “Enzo, would you mind?” I hold up the sunscreen.
    I can’t read his expression with his sunglasses on, but it seems like twenty minutes before he responds.
    “Certainly.”
    I flip over waiting for him to start rubbing it on me. His hands ar e about to be all over my body! The sound of sunscreen pressed between his palms causes me to tense with anticipation.
    Really Ava, it’s sunscreen.
    His smooth hands start at my shoulders and rub very softly, long stroking motions, as he moves across my back. He moves his hands slowly back up and slides just briefly under the strap of my suit. This is the most sensual experience I’ve ever had with sun protection. I move my hair to the side, and he rubs cream on my neck.
    Leaning into me, he whispers, “just a little bit longer Ava.”
    Just a little bit longer for what? I turn and smile, hoping he has no idea how turned on I am at the moment. Thank you is all I can manage to say.
    I don’t address his comment. I don’t know how. I lay my head down and hit play on the iPod, trying to erase the feeling of his hands over my skin.
    Twenty minutes later, Enzo taps me on the shoulder. “Ava, I think we should move to a cabana. We’ve both had enough sun now.”
    I look up and nod. Our server gathers our things and leads us to a spacious cabana, and by cabana, I mean small bedroom. There is a large double lounger in the middle that looks to be at least as big as a full-size bed. A blue and yellow striped canvas gazebo surrounds us, opening out to the pool. Misters cool down the internal temperature and a small fan blows from its canvassed roof.
    Enzo sits down and pats the lounger, inviting me to sit. I do so and settle in. I put the iPod back on and steal glances of the stunning man sitting next to me. I would prefer if he were on top of me. Maybe someday. Damn this man already has me thinking about sex. I close my eyes and giggle to myself.
     
    “Yes… I can ta ke a message for her…okay…when…v ery well.”
    I stir , realizing I’ve fallen asleep. Why is Enzo talking on my phone?
    “Hello there sleeping beauty.” He smiles at me. “I’ve got some news for you.”
    I sit up. “Yes?”
    “The moving company just called. They’ve been delayed because of mechanical problems and won’t be in Phoenix until Wednesday.”
    “Wednesday! That’s bullshit.”
    “Hey, it’s not so bad. You can stay here. With me.”
    “But I don’t want to impose any further.”
    “You are not imposing and I insist. I enjoy your company.” 
    “Um , okay. Thank you.” Where else am I going to go?
    “Good. Settled. Now go change. We should leave here around five. Oh and I have a car for you. Grayson will bring the keys around later.”
    “Thanks Enzo. This is really so sweet.”
    He seems intent on avoiding eye contact. “I’ll come to your room at five. Be ready.”
    His moods are all over the place- one minute he seems so relaxed, the next he’s all business. And I still have no idea why he’s doing all of this for me.
    To get in your pants silly girl.
    I can’t really shake the thought. And frankly, I can’t say I wouldn’t like it. I remember Camilla telling me he must be interested. Interested in what though ? He’s hot and cold, and I’m confused.
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