Violet “No, no, “ I say, “We aren’t …” “Miss Hale is my brother’s wife, “ Dominic explains, “Hence, the names. “ “Oh…” The receptionist nods, “Nevertheless, the suite is spacious enough for more than four people, even. “ ‘Isn't there anything else we can do?” I ask and the receptionist continues looking at me in the same perplexed way. “Anything else as in…?” “Maybe I could take another room? “ I ask, hopeful. “Uh… “ she stutters, “Let me see what I can find. “ The woman checks and after a few seconds, she shakes her head. “I am afraid we are fully booked. “ Then she looks up from the screen. “At this time of the year, we are always …” “Of course,” Dominica says, then turns to me,” We can figure it out, though, right? ” “Okay, “ I agree and we heed to the room. We get in the elevator and the bellhop gets on with us. Dominic and I are at the back and I close my eyes briefly. I am going to spend the next few days with Dominic. That might turn out to be harder than

VioletAfter less than two hours I am looking at one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. The wind is warm, dancing on the surface of the crystal blue water. The beach is only a few feet away from us and I can’t wait to feel the sand underneath my feet. “It’s… I never knew places like this exist. “I say, unable to look away from the view. “It’s one of my favourite places. ““What is it called?”I glance at him. Dominic is standing next to me, the wind dancing in his hair. “The area is called Deauville. It’s almost 2,5 hours from Paris. “He says and I frown.“But we came much faster ““I am a good driver, “he winks at me. “This is a very small private beach, “ he goes on, “I like coming here. “I glance around and notice there are scarcely any people around. The place is tucked neatly between two cliffs and this beach looks like a small, private paradise. “Is this where you bring all your dates? “I joke, but he replies seriously. “I’ve never seen anyone here before.

Violet “I am done, “ I declare and lean back in the comfortable chair. “I can’t. That's it. “ I place my fork on my plate and a waiter comes to pick up the cutlery. “What do you usually do on your days off?” Dominic asks. “I haven’t thought about this, actually. ” I admit. “I am at the office most of the time. “ This is one of the reasons why everything feels absolutely amazing. It also feels like it’s happening to someone else. At that moment the chef comes over and stands at our table. We are having a very late afternoon lunch in a traditional French restaurant, hidden in the small streets of the town. The restaurant is both close to the sea and close to the historical parts of the place. “How is everything, “ The man asks in English and I am short for words. “Amazing. It '’s… thank you. “ “I told you she would love it. “ The man tells Dominic and I am not even surprised they know each other. “Thank you, Pierre, “ Dominic says and after a quick chat he has with

Violet Dominic is kissing me. My eyes flutter closed and I want more. The kiss was a light touch at first, his lips only a light brush against mine. But then it grows more passionate. I feel Dominic’s body tensing against mine. It’s like he is trying to control himself, trying to stop himself from grabbing me and making me his. Trying not to rip the towel off and claim me. I’ve never been kissed like this before and I feel the touch everywhere. I feel myself leaning in into the feeling. His hand closes around my shoulder. Possessive. When he is kissing me like this, it’s like he is a wild beast, trying to remain in control and not let desire overtake him. It feels amazing. I want to see him lose control and I want everything. I let myself make a low moan as his tongue brushes mine. Dominic smiles against my lips because of my reaction and that's when I realize what we are doing. What we’ve done. No. I break the kiss and pull back instantly. My eyes snap open and m

Violet I knock on Dominic's door a few times and when no one responds, I call him. He doesn’t pick up, but his phone also doesn’t ring from inside the room and I begin to panic.What if he left?For one thing- if I were him, I might have done it after what happened last night.I head downstairs. I see no one at the small reception so I storm out.Then I see him.Dominic is sitting on the front lid of his sports car, smoking.The dark sunglasses he is wearing look like they were made for him- and they might have been.He is dressed entirely in black and his hair is messier than usual. It looks like he’s run his hands through the strands multiple times and I am overwhelmed with that constant, terrible need to touch him.He looks at me and nods.“Good morning, Violet.”His voice is a rumble, vibrating in my chest, down to my very core and I pause where I am.“I thought you left.”I admit.“Why would I?” “Because...” I push the words out and look away from him. “Because of last night.