Chapter 67

Madison

I hung up the phone, rolling my eyes at Alexander’s commanding tone. My fingers tightened around the phone as I started walking back to the resort. Trust him to cut my exploring short with his demands.

“Ten minutes,” I mimicked under my breath, dodging a group of tourists. “Clock’s ticking.”

The man was insatiable. We’d already spent half the morning tangled in his sheets, and here he was, ordering me back like some horny teenager. The memory of his hands on my body made the heat pool low in my belly.

“No, stop that,” I scolded myself, quickening my pace. “You’re supposed to be annoyed with him.”

I was actually enjoying myself before his call. The fountains had been spectacular, and I’d spotted at least three shops I wanted to explore. But no—Alexander couldn’t wait another hour or two.

I sighed, watching another spectacular burst from the fountains. The water danced in perfect synchronization, creating shapes I’d never imagined pos