What Happens in Paradise (The Love Hotel #2)

Chapter 21

21

ALEJANDRO

I had fucked up.

I told myself that I would not cross the line with Jasmine. I said that I would keep things professional between us.

But instead, I had kissed her.

Well, technically she kissed me.

The important thing was, we kissed . And because I had gone against my word and put my career at risk, I should regret it.

Right now, I should feel disappointed in myself for not being able to resist my urges, just hours after making a commitment to control them.

But although I knew I should not have done it, the truth was, I was not sorry that it happened.

How could I when it felt so incredible?

Kissing Jasmine was everything that I had wished for and more.

Her lips were softer than butter. Her taste was sweeter than the most delicious dessert. And her skin. Madre mía . I did not have words to describe how silky it was.

Feeling her lips on mine and the sensation of our tongues flicking against each other’s was enough to make me hard. But when I touched her nipples, which were like stone, I nearly lost my mind.

And I could not even think about how much my cock strained against my shorts when my fingers slid up towards her pussy.

Knowing that, if we had not been interrupted, I would have got to slide my hand into her panties and really feel her was enough to make me explode.

Something told me that I would be visualising what would have happened in my fantasies tonight and for many more nights to come.

‘I… I’m so sorry about…’ Jasmine stuttered, a look of horror and embarrassment etched over her face. ‘I thought we were going to… I thought we were about to go off the edge of the cliff. I shouldn’t have…’

‘ No pasa nada .’ I waved my hand dismissively to let her know it was not a problem. That was not completely true, because I was not sure that I would ever recover from that kiss, but I did not want her to feel bad. ‘It is common for people to act differently when they believe it is the end of their life.’

Once again, I was not sure if that was true, but it sounded like it could be.

When Jasmine gripped my arm, I knew she must be terrified. But I did not ever think that she was so scared, it would lead to her kissing me.

To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. That was why when it happened, I froze.

Of course, like Jasmine, I was afraid. But as my fate was out of my hands, I did not worry about it. I just thought, what will be, will be . That is why at first, it felt wrong for me to reciprocate the kiss. Jasmine was doing it because she was anxious, not because she really wanted me. If another man was sitting here with her, perhaps she would have done the same.

But then I saw the hurt and rejection in her eyes when I did not kiss her back and I did not want to make her upset. If this was what she needed to calm her, I could not refuse.

That is not to say that it was a purely selfless act. Of course I wanted to kiss her too. I had dreamt about it for months. So I ignored the voice of reason in my head that was telling me not to and kissed her.

And like I said, I did not regret it. But it was clear from Jasmine’s reaction now that she did.

Bob pulled over to take a piss, so I was left alone with Jasmine.

‘Sorry again.’ She turned to face me. ‘I acted completely unprofessionally. I only kissed you because I thought we were going to die and… it’s been a while since… I haven’t kissed a man since my divorce and I suppose I didn’t want to leave this earth without… anyway. It’s no excuse. I hope you can forgive my lapse in judgement, but if you feel you need to report me to HR, I completely understand.’ She hung her head.

‘Of course I will not report you!’ I replied, surprised that she could even think that. Especially considering I had made it clear that I was very attracted to her. ‘I kissed you back.’

‘Under duress.’ She scoffed. ‘You looked horrified.’

‘I was just surprised. I was not sure if I was having another fantasy. Once I realised that I was not dreaming, I think it was very clear that I enjoyed every moment of kissing you.’ I growled.

Jasmine bit her lip. She was about to say something else but then Bob returned to the car and announced that we were not far away.

We spent the rest of the journey in silence, with only the sound of Bob’s music blaring through the speakers. The rain had completely stopped now and to avoid the awkwardness, I fixed my gaze on the window, taking in the sights of the endless green fields and variations of trees along the dusty roads.

Bob pulled in front of a small house.

‘Wi deh yah,’ he said.

‘This is it?’ Jasmine asked.

‘Ya mon.’ Bob nodded.

‘Oh. Okay. Thanks.’ Jasmine opened her car door. ‘Well, here goes.’

‘You want me to come with you?’ I asked.

‘Um,’ she hesitated. ‘Let me go and knock to see if he’s here first.’

‘ Vale .’ I nodded.

‘Wish me luck,’ she said.

‘Good luck,’ I replied, hoping that she would not need it.