Free healing-hearts by Yvette Hines

air-conditioned hotel.
    He stood there a moment longer to get himself together then exited into the humidity again. By the time he had reached her side, she had dried herself off with a towel and relaxed on her stomach on a poolside lounge chair.
    “Should I offer to rub suntan lotion on you?” He laced his voice with humor, but the urge to slide his hand up her body made his palms itch.
    Yasmine turned her head toward him.
    Jason watched as recognition lit in the sexiest, coffee brown, gold-flecked almond shaped eyes he’d ever seen.
    At that moment, he was positive she hadn’t been aware of his observation.
    Shading her eyes from the sunshine, she looked up at him. “Mr. Richardson, I never expected to see you here.”
    “It’s part of the hotel’s gift package. They’re throwing in sexy heart patients for free with every overnight stay.” Jason graced his statement with a smile.
    “What do I get if I stay two nights?” Yasmine turned over so she was sitting up in the chair.
    Jason could admit to himself that he had been enjoying the view of her backside, but would never complain about the sight revealed to him now.
    “You don’t want to know.” Taking a deep breath, he used all his willpower to keep his eyes focused on her face. He knew if he allowed himself even a small glimpse at how the bathing suit hugged her breasts and waist, or saw the evidence of the wet spandex cupping her sex the image would burn itself in his mind. Or worse, he’d cum in his pants like a teen and embarrass them both.
    Jason sat down on the lounge chair next to her to keep either event from happening. “I’d tell you but it’s top secret. I’d have to ask to see your clearance pass.”
    Yasmine laughed. The tone sounded like music to his ears. For some reason he got the impression it was something she didn’t do often. Every time he saw her, there seemed to be a hint of sadness in her eyes.
    “Would you believe me if I said I was writing an article on women who chose to swim alone?” Jason smiled.
    “No, I wouldn’t.” She performed a brief once-over glance down the length of his body. “Maybe a male model for a swimming over-thirty magazine.”
    “Funny. I guess I’m starting to show my age. But, actually I’m here because my company is putting on a promo for a client.”
    “I never did ask you what you do for a living?”
    “You didn’t have to, remember? I’m the business exec who had my heart attack at my desk...or was it during a meeting?” Jason joked.
    “Ouch! You make it sound as if I insulted you.” Yasmine tilted her head to the side.
    Jason liked that look; it made him think about nibbling at the spot below her ear.
    Get a hold of yourself. Jason mentally shook himself. He didn’t know what it was about Yasmine that made his mind wander around like an early pubescent schoolboy.
    “No insult. You were pretty much right on the money. To answer your question, I’m in advertising.”
    “How in...?”
    “I’m the head of my own division.”
    “Wow, nice spot.”
    “I didn’t do too bad for myself.” Jason couldn’t help the proud smile that crossed his face.
    “You sure didn’t.”
    “So, what brings you here to the festival?”
    “I had forgotten about it actually. I’m here on a girls’ weekend, you remember Leigh?”
    “The spicy redhead you work with?”
    “Very good description.” She laughed again. “I’ll have to pass that on to her.”
    “So where is she now?” Jason looked around, not remembering seeing anyone else by the pool. Then again, he had been so focused on Yasmine, there could have been an entire synchronized swim team performing in the pool and he would have missed it.
    “She ran out to a boutique we passed earlier while shopping. Speaking of that, I need to get going.” Jason heard her say, before she stood up and grabbed the towel off the chair and wrapped it around her waist.
    “Hey, before you go, I’d like to invite you to the party this