Heading to the Pool Continued…
Luke POV
I'm stuck here in this fucking penthouse twiddling my thumbs and my mind running a million miles an hour with thoughts rotating furiously at the speed of an F5 Tornado. I can't seem to grab hold of any one thought that is stable and makes sense. I feel almost as if I'm spinning out of control and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
This is turning into a fucking nightmare. This wasn't how this whole assignment was supposed to go. We were supposed to be here to keep an eye on the girls. Grey was supposed to fly in and convince Ana to go back to Seattle with him, then Kate and Rhiann would follow, and I'd have my chance at getting to know her. But now, Grey is staying in Seattle and Ana, Kate and Rhiann are here enjoying their vacation. They're free to do whatever they want with whoever they want and not have anyone stop them. Speaking of which, I can't believe Rhiann is hanging out with that bearded guy. I can't believe she's falling for his 'gentlemanly' gestures, asking permission to sit next to her. I mean seriously, who even does that?
God she's beautiful, there isn't a flaw on her. I wish I could get closer to her because I caught a glimpse of something in her eyes when we had our first interaction. I can tell that there's something special about her, hidden under that angry defensive layer that I saw yesterday when we had to grab them to keep them from falling into the street. Wow, she was really pissed and when she fought back she was pretty strong for a little thing. I loved her fire, her spunk, her determination when she basically told me to fuck off. When she called me King Kong I wanted to laugh out loud, but I couldn't because we were on duty and it would have been unprofessional, but boy it would have been fun! She seems like she has a good sense of humor and she'd be fun to joke around with. I know absolutely nothing about her except that I want her. I want her to look at me the way she looks at that bearded guy. She's all over the internet from dancing with him in front of the fountain last night. I can't stop watching the videos, if only I could take him out of the videos they would be perfect. Better yet, I should be the one dancing with her, holding her hand, kissing her, sleeping with her, making love to her; pretty much everything HE'S doing with her. I don't even want to think about it. All it does is make me feel even more shitty than I already do, but I can't seem to stop. I don't understand where this went wrong. This is not how this was supposed to go. There's got to be something I can do to turn this around in my favor.
I'm sitting at the table in the room when I hear the door open and Ryan and Reynolds enter. They're laughing about something and considering I don't know what they're talking about I feel even more sorry for myself.
You can hear the surprise and irritation in my voice when I ask, "What are you guys doing here? You're supposed to be watching to see what's going on."
They look at me then Reynolds and Ryan share a look.
Ryan says, "We have been. The girls and the guys they've been hanging out with all went up to their room around 11:30 pm last night. Three of the guys left shortly after that. We saw Ana and Kate heading downstairs to Starbucks about an hour ago and we just saw the bearded guy with Rhiann walking toward the elevator a few minutes ago. He was wearing his clothes from last night and she looked like she was meeting Ana and Kate to go to the pool."
I can't miss the smug look on his face but I'm too caught up on the fact had she just walked by the door to say anything. My eyes grow wide, "What? Just now? Are they still out there? Why didn't you say something?"
I jump up from the chair and make my way to the door. I'm so focused on seeing her that I almost throw the door open wide but my brain kicks in just before I grab the handle. I force myself to stop and take a deep breath to calm down. God I hope I can open the door quietly. All I want to do is see her and I can't risk being seen or heard. Turning the handle, there's an audible 'click' and I freeze. I stand there and wait quietly for a moment. When there isn't any movement or noise I swing the door open and peek around the corner. What in the fuck? There she is, she's got her legs wrapped around him and he's leaning her up against the wall and they're kissing! FUCK! I can't stand to see this anymore.
Quietly I shut the door and turn away. What am I going to do? My mind is racing in an attempt to form a plan that will be successful in forcing a wedge between them and leaving an opening for me to step in. It doesn't have to happen here in Vegas but just enough to plant the seed for when we return home. Now if I could only come up with something quickly.
Walking over to the minibar I pour myself a glass of whiskey contemplating my options. I have to do something but I don't know what. I want to go charging out there and rip her out his arms but I know that probably wouldn't go over well. I don't want to scare her or have her get hurt if things got physical between him and me. Maybe it's best right now if I just step back and observe and wait for the perfect time. I mean she can't be with him 24/7 can she? It takes me a couple of minutes to realize something. Ryan said she was dressed in her swimsuit and was most likely meeting Ana and Kate at the pool. From what I saw, he was dressed in the same clothes from last night. Certainly he's not going to the pool dressed like that. I snap my fingers. A-HA! That's it!
Downing my drink I rush quickly into my bedroom, ignoring Ryan and Reynolds curious stares. I change into my swim trunks, grab my sunglasses, phone and key card and walk into the main room.
When I emerge, Ryan and Reynolds look at me, confused. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" Ryan asks.
I don't even stop as I smile at him, "I'm going swimming." I open the door and walk out heading to the elevator.