Love Over Lattes
The path next to the pool ushered us by the grand staircase and down more steps toward a courtyard. Tucked in the corner was the cottage. I hugged my belly to keep myself from squealing or jumping up and down. It was perfect. And too good to be true.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“I need to rent the place, and you need a place to stay. I’m doing it for the money.”
“Because you obviously need more of that.”
“Everyone needs more money. That’s what money does.” He dug his hand in his back pocket. In the stark sunlight, he might as well be shirtless. The thin material of his T-shirt didn’t do much to cover his muscled torso, and I got lost counting the ridges on his abs. “Go ahead and take a look.”
“I’m sorry. What?” I cleared my throat.
He showed me a key. A knowing smile appeared on his face for a split second. “What are you here to see?”