Billionaire's Single Mom

"There's this amazing food truck in the city, they make these incredible musubi. It's these two guys, one's from here, and the other's from the mainland. They do a sort of Hawai'ian-American fusion thing. I didn't know which one you'd like, so I just got you their spam and bacon breakfast ones," I said.

He rolled over onto his back and leaned up on his elbows to look at me. Eyes on his face, Abby, I had to remind myself. In his bed, half asleep and grumpy, he was still the hottest guy I'd ever seen.

"Why are you here so early? Are we going fishing or something?"

"Nate, it's much too late for that," I said smiling. "If you want to, we can go tomorrow. You'll have to be up before dawn, though. Here," I said, picking up his coffee and handing it to him. He took it and looked at the liquid in the cup, not drinking it.

"Eat this before it gets cold," I instructed, handing him the bag, too. "Have you had a shower already, or do you take one at night?" I asked, walking towards his closet. I slid it open and looked at the row of dark t-shirts. The shelves turned up jeans and long pants. He did know he was coming to Hawai'i, didn't he? He'd die when it started getting warmer.

"Nate," I said looking back at him, "where are all your clothes?" He was eating the musubi, leaning up against the headboard of the bed, still sleepy and disoriented.

"They're right there," he said with a full mouth. I turned back looking at the clothes.

"That's okay. We can get you something else another day," I said. I pulled a black t-shirt off a hanger.

"Long sleeves," he said, from behind me. I glanced back at him, returning it and picking a long-sleeved one instead. I pulled out the lightest wash of jeans he had, which were still gray.

"Do you need help in the bathroom, or should I wait for you out here?" I asked seriously. If he wanted, I'd hose him down myself. He was leaving his suite, and he was doing it today. He sipped his coffee slowly, looking a little more human.

"Rain check?" he asked.

"Nope. You can't stay in here while the room's being repaired. Come on," I said, walking into the bathroom. I grabbed his towel and walked back out, tossing it to him on the bed. He sighed, looking like he was regretting every decision he'd made in his life. I sat on the couch and watched him slowly make his way to the bathroom, before stopping to look back at me.

"You're waiting?"

"I need to make sure you're actually getting ready," I said. "You're not bailing on me. Not today, Nate."

He sighed, cursing under his breath. He walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind him. I heard the shower come on and realized he was naked, just feet away from me. Maybe waiting for him in the living area would be better. Or out on the deck; it was such a beautiful morning.

I had seen most of him already, but being this close to him, knowing he had nothing on, was giving me really inappropriate fantasies. He had left the door open so he probably didn't even care if I saw him naked, right?

No, I thought, urgently. I was supposed to be a professional. I managed to keep the urge to peep down until he came out of the bathroom. A short towel was tied low around his hips. Somehow, it was more erotic than even seeing him in his underwear. He was using another to dry his hair. It looked black when it was wet.

"Your clothes are on your bed," I told him smiling. He walked over to the bed to get changed. I heard something, which I guessed was him dropping his towel on the ground. I blushed furiously. I should have gone out to the deck.

"You forgot underwear," he mumbled. Before I could say anything, he was walking to the closet to get some, completely naked. The connection between my brain and mouth must have shorted, looking at his naked back and ass because I was speechless.

Not only that, I was rooted to the spot. How dare he be so casual walking around naked in front of me? My stomach burned when I realized what I'd see when he turned around.

"Hey, where do you live? You stay here at the hotel?" he asked. My heart race slowed when I realized he wasn't going to flash me. He pulled a pair of boxer briefs on, also black, before turning around. I swallowed hard to try moisten my dry throat.

"Yeah, well, no... Sort of," I said, flustered.

"Where are we going today?" he asked, going back to the bed to continue dressing. I cleared my throat, glad that I wasn't looking at him anymore. Oh, my God.

"I thought I'd give you a tour of the island," I said.

"Shipwreck beach and whatnot?" he asked. He'd read the pamphlets.

"No. Other spots, the ones tourists don't know about," I said, turning to look at him. He was pulling the shirt over his head. I watched him purposefully make sure his arms were covered, seeing the red marks down his left forearm. Oh, that was why.

"I still don't know why we have to leave so early," he complained.

"Abby, thanks so much for being my personal tour guide around the island today even though it totally isn't your job, and I'm an angry morning person. I really appreciate it," I said in an exaggerated deep voice, telling him what he should have been saying to me. It made him laugh.

"I don't fucking sound like that," he said as he put shoes on.

"You've been nothing but grouchy since I got here," I teased.