You worked for Simon’s father. He hired you to look after Simon because many people were after his family name. He was a pain in the ass, always partying and doing nothing.

Somehow, he convinced you to go on vacation in Spain. Tonight was a mess; you got drunk, and he had to drag you out of there before a man landed his hands on you.

Now, you were both trying a cocktail, which was delicious.

“It’s bitter, but with a sweet aftertaste. It reminds me of you,” Simon said, a smirk lighting up his face.

“You don’t know how I taste,” you scoffed, trying to fight back the smile.

“Not yet.” His eyes found yours for a moment before landing back on the crashing waves, the wind blowing his hair.