Tessa had insisted on a three-bedroom suite so we could "bond" over cocktails and room service. It sounded like a nightmare.
"This place is insane!" Tessa exclaimed, jumping on the king-sized bed in her room. "Ari, look at the view! You can see the whole harbor!"
"It's beautiful, Tess," I said, though I was barely looking at the view. I was looking at Charles, who was unpacking his briefcase in the living area.
He wore a charcoal grey suit, the jacket off, his white shirt clinging to his shoulders. He caught me staring and gave a slow, deliberate lick of his lower lip.
The tension was a living thing, a wire stretched to the breaking point. We had spent the entire car ride to the hotel in a state of silent warfare, our knees brushing, our hands almost touching, the air between us thick
