Chapter 12

Tracey woke up the next morning with her heart pounding a steady tattoo in her chest. Her dreams were feverish, dirty, erotic—all the above. And they featured one man. Phoenix Tala.

The gorgeous, not a stranger anymore, hottie had walked her to her door after dinner and dessert, which, ironically, happened to be next door to his own room at the Oasis.

Oh, she’d wanted more than the delicious kiss he’d given her, but Tracey was new to this sort of thing. Insecurities had threatened to send her packing, but the big, beautiful man shook his head and grabbed her chin, stealing one last, deep kiss before forcing himself away.

He liked her. She felt it to her bones. And dammit, she liked him too. It was way too soon for these feelings, but Tracey had never been good at playing games and waiting. Another thing her mother and her rich friends made fun of her for. But Tracey could not care less about them.

He kissed me.