Free Finding Love's Wings by Zoey Derrick

I hand it to the waiter, I turn to Tristan. "Would you like anything to eat?"
    "Uh, sure. I think you have plenty here, though."
    With a small giggle, I say, "Um, no I don't." I turn back to the waiter. "Can you place a duplicate order and have it brought up as soon as possible? Please."
    "Yes, ma'am, right away."
    "Thank you."
    The waiter nods and quickly leaves the room.  

    I turn to Tristan, pausing a moment to take in the fact that he is standing in my room. "Good morning, Tristan!" He smiles at me, bright pearly whites appearing behind his lips. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
    He smiles wider, if that's even possible. "I saw you out on your balcony. I figured you were still awake because the lights were still on. Imagine my surprise when I knock, you let me in, then walk away." He cocks his head to the left slightly.
    I blush bright red. He continues, "It wasn't until you said to set it up on the table that I realized you hadn't even looked into the peephole." He is nearly whispering by the end, and I blush an even deeper red. I begin to turn toward the bedroom. He grabs me gently by the elbow. I flinch at the electric contact between us.  
    "Where you going?" I try to pull my arm from his grasp. At first he resists. Then he lets go.  
    "I'm just going to put some real clothes on."
    I complete my turn and start walking toward the bedroom. "By the way, that was Trinity on the phone. Care to explain why it is that you're ignoring her?" I say as casually as I can manage. It feels like lightning is running a race from where he touched my elbow through my body straight to my now rapidly beating heart.  
    Once in the bedroom I take a few deep breaths. Search for and find my favorite pair of pajama shorts and a different, less revealing t-shirt. Not exactly attractive by any means, but I feel it's the respectable thing to do. It's bad enough that my mind is running wild with sexual desire and tension.
    Once I'm dressed, I walk back into the main room. He's moved over to my oversized chair, leaning forward, his elbows pressed into his slightly parted legs. God, those muscles. Then I realize he is looking at my iPad. Oh, please, please don't let him be actually looking at the screen.
    I look at his face then. He's all tension. His face is tight, jaw straining, almost like he’s literally biting his tongue. I need to say something to try and break up this tension.  
    Just as I open my mouth to say something, there is yet another knock at the door. I make a move to get the door, but Tristan is faster. He walks quickly and purposefully. I hear some chatter in the hallway, and just like that, Tristan is back. His hands now full with a silver tray. His breakfast.  
    I smile. "Boy, that was fast. Wish I could have gotten my breakfast that fast."
    He chuckles. "They usually aren't this fast." He slowly makes his way to the dining room table and places the tray in front of one of the chairs. "Are you going to join me?"
    As he turns toward the chair, I'm momentarily lost to the thought of eating with Tristan and to the view in front of me. Tristan has one of those backsides that most women I know would kill to have attached to their own bodies.  
    Finally, though, I do find my voice. "That depends, are you going to tell me why Trinity can't find you? Obviously you're here with me, but she made it sound like you've fallen off the face of the earth."
    Gripping the back of the chair, he drops his head, looking at his flip-flops. "Why would she be calling you about me anyway?"
    Oh right. I guess I'd forgotten to mention that part. "So...remember last night when I told you I'm Cameron Enders? Daughter of the deceased Robert Enders? Well, since his death, I've become the CEO of Bold International. The firm that represents you."
    There is a very long pause. Tristan tenses multiple times, and at one point I think he is going to bust the chair in two. But he finally releases his grip and starts to pace the room.  
    I take my seat at