Page 10 of Cinderella's Fling with the Off-Limits Billionaire

Frustrated.

Her body had started to zip and hum when Leandro had touched her, and it hadn’t stopped. Dissatisfaction at not having gotten what she wanted was a rising tide inside of her. One she had to ignore.

“One last request,” Susanna grimaced her apology. “But it shouldn’t take long.”

Skye arched a brow. Please let it not be Leandro.

“Would you mind running this up to the Presidential Suite?” Susanna asked, holding up a large brown envelope. “Some important documents, apparently. So important they can’t wait until morning.” Susanna’s good natured roll of her eyes was the kind of thing they often did. A little light-hearted teasing of their guests’ many weird whims. Did she know who was ensconced in that suite? Probably not. Susanna was nothing if not ambitious. Skye suspected the chance to wait on a Valentino would have been too hard to resist.

Skye had a choice.

She could tell Susanna, in a ‘by the by’ gossipy kind of way, who their guest was, and Susanna would suddenly be volunteering to do all the running herself.

Or she could go back up there, and…

And what?

Confront him?

Have sex with him?

She couldn’t answer that. Sparks filled her veins.

“Sure,” she said with a calmness that she definitely didn’t feel. “I can do that.”

“You’re a peach. Then clock off for the night. I hope Harper’s feeling okay.”

Skye’s heart twisted. She did, too.

Glancing at the clock above the wall, she took the envelope and strode towards the staff elevator, waiting for the doors to ping open. Once they did, she stepped inside, turned around and ignored the accusatory look in her own eyes.

This was stupid.

Definitely stupid.

But it was also the most alive she’d felt in years. Possibly ever. How could she resist that?

Until he opened the door and saw her on the other side of it, he hadn’t been sure she’d come back. Her eyes swept past him, as if looking for someone else—Emme?

“She’s gone.”

“I see.” Skye stayed on the other side of the door, her features taut. “Here are the documents you asked for, sir.”

“Leandro,” he corrected.

“No, you’re not Leandro.” She tapped a finger against the side of her mouth. “You’re Leandro Valentino.” She said his name with an exaggerated role of the R, and it made his pulse race.

His scowl deepened. The world tilted. Valentino.

“You should have told me.”

Yeah, right. Like he was going to tell anyone he was a Valentino at the moment. It was the last thing he felt like. But how could he say that to this woman? This woman who was virtually a stranger, regardless of what had happened between them?

“It didn’t come up.”

She rolled her eyes, holding out the documents.

He didn’t take them.

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