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semi-transparent, allowing him to see through the billowy tank to the outline of her fit body.
    It probably made matters worse that he knew what that body would feel like in his hands. Pressed up against him.
    Well, not as well as he’d like to. He hadn’t had a chance to fill his palms with the weight of her breasts or to lift her up until she wrapped her legs around him as he held her up by her ass.
    Robert turned away as Colin and Jean got back into the boat. He’d have to keep his fantasies about Malia confined to when he was alone in his hotel and could have as much time as he wanted to indulge.
    By the time she brought the boat to a stop on the sandbar and set the anchor in, he was more than ready to get into some cold water. Jean and Colin were the first ones in, and it looked as if Colin was finally going to take the chance to get Jean to himself as they walked through the shallow water to explore.
    “You said the sand is exposed at low tide?” Robert stared into the crystal-clear water below them.
    “Yep.” Malia sat down at the front of the boat and pulled out a book to read.
    “So you’re back to one-word answers now?”
    She glanced up at him and tightened her lips. “I just don’t have a lot to say.”
    Robert crossed to the front of the boat and took a seat next to her. The sudden tension in her body was unmistakable.
    “For fuck’s sake, Malia, can you give me a chance?”
    She inched away from him as she opened her book, flipping the pages as though searching for where she left off. “I gave you a chance, Robert.”
    “No, you didn’t. The second you saw me this morning, you wrote me off and you haven’t given me more than two seconds to make it up to you.”
    She rolled her eyes and set the book down. “Maybe I don’t want you to make it up. You’ll just have to get used to the idea that someone doesn’t like you, as shocking as it might be.”
    Robert let out a bitter laugh. “You think that’s why I’m so bothered by your reaction?” Malia didn’t answer, so he continued. “I’m so used to people hating me that every time I step outside my apartment, I’m surprised when someone isn’t there to hold some sort of protest. I’m just really confused how I can go halfway across the world and still get the cold shoulder from people who barely know me.”
    Malia started to say something before she stopped herself. She sighed as she considered him, and for a second, he thought she was actually starting to warm up to him. “Why don’t people like you?” she finally asked.
    Well, fuck. Did she have five hours to listen to all the reasons? But he could give her the bare-bones explanation. “My father amassed a vast empire and huge amounts of money by being a horrible person and I’ve spent my entire life working for the son of a bitch. Now that he’s gone, I’m the head of one of the most evil corporations that has ever existed.”
    Her brows drew together and she was quiet again. He wasn’t sure what he expected from his little confession, but it wasn’t silence.
    “So you aren’t like Walter then?”
    He let out a low whistle. “That’s it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You know who I am. What I am.”
    “The Farrell reputation precedes itself, Robert.”
    “So the second I handed you my card, I ruined any chance of anything happening between us, didn’t I?” Mother fucker...
    Malia fidgeted in her seat. “There was no chance of anything happening between us before that. Remember when I told you repeatedly that I needed to leave?”
    “My memory is a bit fuzzy. Is that before or after you stuck your tongue down my throat?”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t make me slap you in front of your sister.”
    He leaned in. “I dare you to try.”
    She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, pushing the loose strands of hair out of her face. “Only you would turn me threatening to slap you into flirting. Go swim, Robert. The water is great and this is a fantastic