Daddy's Virgin (A CEO Boss Romance Novel)

She recognized me, though.

“Oh, my god!” she said, putting a hand to her mouth. “Christian Wall?”

I fought to keep from grimacing. Back in New York, whenever girls had recognized me, I'd been so suave, because of course, they recognized me. Here in Hawaii, most people seemed to either not know who I was or else not care who I was. And I'd come to like having that anonymity.

“Hey,” I said, giving her a winning smile. “Are you enjoying Hawaii as much as I am?”

The woman laughed, tossing her head a little, no doubt to make sure I noticed her long, flowing hair. “Yeah, it's great here, isn't it? I just got the best massage, too. That's what you're here for, right?”

I glanced at Gretchen. “I'm just here to see a friend,” I told her.

“Oh, cool,” the woman said. “You should consider getting a massage.” She stretched, her shirt riding up a little and revealing a tanned swath of flat stomach. “I feel great.” Then, she narrowed her eyes at me, a smirk on her face. “But you know what would make me feel better? If you would do me the honor of taking you out to dinner tomorrow nigh

t. I know this great little place near my resort, with these incredible ocean views and even better food.”

I blinked at her. On the one hand, I appreciated how direct she was. Usually, I was the one asking girls out, not the other way around. I liked a girl who knew what she wanted and went after it.

My eyes slipped over to Gretchen again. I winked at her. “Sorry, sweetheart,” I told the blonde girl. “No can do, I've got other plans for tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she said, looking disappointed. Then, she shrugged. “Maybe some other time, then.” She dug into her purse for a moment and handed me a crisp business card. Ashley McMahon, Public Defendant. “That's got my number on it,” she said. “You should give me a call. I'm here for two weeks.”

I grinned at her and then tried to school my expression back to neutral, knowing that Gretchen must be watching this. I slid the card into my pocket, not even bothering to put it in my wallet. As much as I appreciated her advances, if I was going to go home with anyone in Hawaii, it was going to be Gretchen.

“If I have a free night, I'll give you a call,” I promised the woman.

She smiled one last time and came in for a quick hug. Then, she finally left the massage parlor, leaving a cloying trail of perfume in her wake.

Gretchen wrinkled her nose and then turned to me, her hands on her hips. “You're already up to something tomorrow, huh?” she asked, her voice sounding steely.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Look, I can't help if women hit on me, all right? I haven't been sleeping with anyone except you; you should know that.”

Gretchen rolled her eyes, but I could see the way she was starting to look like she might cry. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what her problem was; had she not seen the way I had just turned down a date with that woman Ashley?

“But you're dating other people,” Gretchen said. “You might not be sleeping with them, but you're, what, going to get dinner with someone else tomorrow? See how things go, and maybe you'll start sleeping with other women.”

I blinked at her. And then realized what her confusion was. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, holding up both hands in a placating gesture. I took a step toward her, but she took a step back. “Gretchen, hey,” I said even more gently. “What I meant is that I'm taking you out tomorrow night. You have no idea how much I'd rather go to dinner with you than with some random girl who just knows my name and whatever has been in the news about me.”

Gretchen looked confused and then embarrassed. “Oh,” she said. She picked at the hem of her sleeve, and I couldn't help but find her shyness endearing.

“I'm not sleeping with anyone else,” I told her. “I'm not dating anyone else, either. I have zero desire to do so.”

“Sorry,” Gretchen said.

I laughed a little. “Honestly, it's kind of cute, seeing you get jealous like that,” I told her. “I've had women jealous over me before, but it’s different with you.” I shook my head. I didn't know what it was about her, maybe the fact that I was flattered that Gretchen was jealous that I might want to sleep with some other woman?

Gretchen cocked her head to the side. “So, where were you thinking of taking me tomorrow night, then?” she asked challengingly.

I sighed. “Unfortunately, my plan was to take you to the new seafood place for lunch today, so I guess that's out for tomorrow.”

Gretchen laughed. “Is that what you're doing here?” she glanced at her watch. “How 'bout this? I don't have time to do that for lunch today, but we could wander down to that little sandwich place on the corner and get paninis, and then tomorrow night for dinner, maybe we could go down to the seafood place? I've heard that the sunset from there is incredible, and I only work until four tomorrow.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “That sounds great, unless you already had other plans for tomorrow night?”

Gretchen rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately, we can't all be as popular as the great Christian Wall.”

I sighed. “You know, I have been getting used to not being recognized everywhere that I go.”

“Poor baby, feeling like you're losing relevance in the world?” Gretchen asked teasingly.