After a much-needed afternoon at the pool, Poppy and I walked back to the hotel room. We weren’t staying in a super-luxurious resort or a private villa, like I had with Constantino and Laila, but it was just what I needed.
We had been here for just under a day, and it was drama-free so far. We spent all day relaxing, getting massages together, taking shots of alcohol at the bar while guys flirted with Poppy, but Poppy only flirted with Riccardo.
My little heart was so happy that they were getting along. I really wanted them together.
“I would’ve appreciated a warning that you two had planned to sneak off,” Riccardo said, stepping into the lobby with us.
Dressed in all black, he stuck out like a sore thumb and definitely didn’t—note the sarcasm—look like he was part of a secret society.
