Free Done With Love by Niecey Roy

she was taunting Roxi,” Gen said.
    “Yeah, I don’t think it would help Gerard’s campaign to have been such a bad judge of character to let their son marry a woman with multiple personalities and rage issues,” Catherine added, and I smiled.
    “No, I don’t suppose so.” I definitely needed more aspirin. “I wish I would have made her give me a signed copy of that contract,” I said on a sigh. “I just wasn’t thinking clearly.”
    “No, because she ambushed you,” Gen seethed.
    “It doesn’t matter now. Without it, it’s just my word against hers. Like anyone would believe me.” I rolled to my back and gazed up at the blue sky. “I’m going to take a nap now. I’ll talk to you two later, okay?”
    “Wait, Lex,” Gen said, and I paused from ending the call.
    “Yeah?”
    “Listen to Leo, okay? He’s there to make sure you’re safe. I was watching a documentary and—”
    I laughed. “I’m starting to think you should be cut off from television.”
    “I mean it,” she said on a huff. “Freakish things happen to people on vacation all the time.”
    “Okay, okay,” I said. “I’ll listen to him. Mostly. If he’s being reasonable.”
    I ended the call and stood up, beat. Inside the villa, I hovered over the empty side of the bed and contemplated whether to get in or not. Not like I’d jump Leo’s bones or anything. Not after making a complete fool of myself in front of him last night. Not that jumping his bones would be unpleasant. Exhaustion made the decision for me, and I scooted under the covers and lay so close to the edge, I was barely on the bed. Sleep didn’t come easily, not with a guy like Leo beside me.

Chapter Six

    The sheets smelled like Leo. The entire villa smelled like him. His cologne hung in the air, even with the windows pulling in the ocean breeze. Now that I was alone in the room, I lay in the middle of the bed, staring at the wall, then the clock on the night stand, then back to the wall.
    He’d gone in search of the guest store and a bottle of shaving cream. I didn’t even want to picture what he’d look like with a few days of unshaven scruff. How was I supposed to find the peace and clarity I’d come here for with Leo walking around looking like sex on a stick? Jeez.
    I was being unfair, sure. It really wasn’t Leo’s fault he looked the way he did. Or that his voice was like a coat of warm honey sliding down my backbone. Or that every time his skin brushed against mine, goose bumps shot down my arms. The problem was me. Even when I ignored him, awareness made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
    His suitcase, sitting against the wall, stared at me like a big fat elephant in the room, so I closed my eyes. Then I got a flash of my body draped around his in the pool, the gentle sway of the water pushing the insides of my thighs against his slick wet skin. His mouth over mine…
    I shivered and turned into the pillow, groaning frustration. My skin tingled, my breathing ragged as my imagination ran wild. He wasn’t a stranger, which made him being here complicated and confusing. He’d been my first everything—first kiss, first love, first person I’d ever slept with. I still remembered the way he’d made love to me, how innocent we’d both been exploring each others’ bodies, learning together what passion really was. But he was a man now. Everything about him was so much bigger; I had no doubt sex with this grown up version of Leo would be mind-blowing.
    This is not about being hung up on Leo. It’s about sex. I repeated that a few times until I was satisfied with that explanation. The truth was, it’d been awhile since Jeremy and I’d had sex. Why was that, anyway? I hadn’t even thought about it. I’d been so busy stressing about the wedding, and he’d been busy at the law office with a high profile case. There hadn’t been time for intimacy. And you didn’t think there was something wrong with that?
    The clock ticked past the hour. How