“I actually have a surprise for you,” Wyatt announced, forcing some of the blood to come back up to his thinking brain. It helped that she was sitting again.
“Yeah?” She grinned at him, her face lighting up. “What?”
“I have a spa day arranged for you. And a dress for tonight.” He held his breath, waiting to see her reaction.
“You didn't have to do that.” She looked surprised but pleased.
“It's your first ball. I thought you should have a Cinderella experience.”
She grinned. “Does that mean you'll be my Prince Charming? And dance with me all night long?”
“You and only you,” he promised. “And I got the upgraded package where you don't turn into a pumpkin at midnight. You get to stay Cinderella as long as you want.”
She leaned across the small table and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I wasn't sure what I should wear tonight, and this makes it a lot more fun.”
“Good. Tonight is about fun. For both of us,” he replied. If she had fun, then he hoped she would be more likely to say yes to coming back to the island with him.
“Do you want some breakfast?” she asked, standing up. “I'll make scrambled eggs.”
“Eggs sound delicious,” he replied, trying not to stare at the hem of her shirt as she walked past him. She saw him looking and wiggled her hips once she was past, subtly arching her back, so the shirt rode up. She knew precisely the effect she was having on him.
Cassie turned on the stove and began cracking eggs into the pan. Wyatt could get used to this. A half-naked woman making him breakfast was a beautiful thing.
Cassie's phone began to ring on the table.
“Will you get that for me?” Cassie asked. “I've got egg all over my hands.”
Wyatt hit the green answer button. “Cassie's phone. She's currently unavailable. May I take a message?”
Cassie giggled from the kitchen.
“Hi, Wyatt. I knew there was something special about you. I was right about you all along.”
The voice on the other end was not Janessa.
“Lorna?” Wyatt nearly dropped the phone. He checked the caller ID to see Janessa's name.
“You remember my name,” she cooed. “I knew you liked me.”
“What do you want?” Wyatt put the phone on speaker. Cassie came over from the kitchen, hands on hips.
“You, silly,” Lorna replied with a giggle. “I'm such a better match for you. If you want, you can come to the country club. I've heard you've been trapped in your apartment all week. The country club is made for people like us. No one will hassle you there.”
“He's not coming, Lorna,” Cassie growled. “Back off. He's mine!”
The line immediately went dead. Lorna ended the call.
“Seriously?” Cassie vibrated with anger next to him. “The nerve of that... that bitch!”
Wyatt hadn't heard Cassie use any rough language the entire time he'd known her. Her use of the word bitch was more intense than if she'd dropped a hundred f-bombs.
“Did you mean it?” he asked softly, staring at the phone. She'd said he was hers.
“What? That's she's a bitch? Hell yes.” Cassie practically panted with anger.
“No, that I'm yours.”
Her body went still, and she turned slowly to face him. “I guess I did,” she said after a moment. She shrugged and offered a smile. “I guess three days of awesome sex will do that to a girl.”