Page 53 of The Plus One

“Fuck them plans.”

I laughed. “You woke me up for them.”

“That was before you walked out looking like this.”

“You’ve seen me in skirts before.”

“Not this one.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. That’s the problem.”

He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. “Stop.” I said giggling, even though I didn’t want him to.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Take me wherever we’re going before you ruin your own surprise.”

Ace reluctantly released me and adjusted himself through his shorts. “You enjoying this shit.”

“Very much.”

“Grab your bag.”

He held my hand as we left the room, leading me through a side entrance where a black SUV waited. I stopped. “Where are we going?”

“Get in.”

“This is how people end up on documentaries.”

“But you know me. I’m not a serial killer.”

“I’ve known you as my ex-boyfriend’s best friend for years. That doesn’t mean you aren’t secretly crazy.”

“You still came to another country with me.”

“I make questionable decisions sometimes.”

He chortled as I climbed inside the SUV. Less than twenty minutes later, the SUV stopped beside a private dock where a white boat waited. I looked at Ace. “What is all this?”

“Our ride.”

“To where?”

“You ask too many questions.”

“You don’t answer enough of them.”

The boat was smaller than the yacht we’d taken around the resort but still nicer than anything I expected for a morning trip. Cream-colored seats wrapped around the back, and a shaded area held fruit, bottled water, and champagne. “Oh my God Ace, you rented a boat?”

“I rented more than that.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

He helped me aboard and guided me toward the back. “Do I need to be concerned about how much money you’re spending on this fake relationship?”