He was overdressed. There was a reason he was pale. He didn't 'sun'. He knew the dangers of overexposure. His mother had been one of those tan-til-you-glow types, not that Nisha needed to worry about that. With her complexion, the sun probably just deepened her tan. She fucking glowed, which he had to admit was pretty appealing.
He shook his head, irritated beyond belief with the woman, and he stretched back in a lazy sprawl. "They herd us because this isn't a normal hotel. It's more like...a mental hospital. A prison." He was still annoyed, even though there was a gorgeous woman sitting a few feet away from him.