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Was he serious? Occupying the kid for a few minutes was one thing, but to sit with her for another hour? Nothing in his expression said otherwise.

Sadie hesitated, obviously unsure of what to do.

“I’ll come get you if Chelsea needs you,” I added, to make her feel more comfortable. My parents had worked long hours, leaving my younger sister and me with our older brother a lot, just to make ends meet, so I understood where she was coming from. I was still surprised Wyatt understood her situation.

Again, walking contradiction… but… Thinking about his interactions with the staff over the last three days, it was apparent he cared. Asking the maintenance guy how his wife was doing, leaving pizza in the staff lounge, talking to Jenny about her college classes. Maybe he wasn’t good at dealing with people’s complaints and demands, like Bridezilla. Or noticing the flowers that littered the lobby. But he obviously didn’t lack empathy, and he made it a point to know his staff.

“Okay.” She set the little girl back down. “I’ll finish cleaning the ballroom and then I’ll probably head out early.”

Wyatt nodded. “That works.”

After ten minutes of coloring, two rounds of hide and seek, and five rounds of I spy, Sadie reappeared, thanking us and gathering her daughter before heading out.

To say I was exhausted was an understatement. “I don’t know if I want to soak in a hot bath or climb into bed.”

“You go ahead.” He waved toward the elevators. “I’ll check in with the night shift.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” His gaze heated my body as it trailed its way down. “Use the en suite attached to my room. It has a large soaking tub.”

The thought of being in his personal space was doing weird things to me. I wasn’t sure if it was making me nervous or excited or both.

God, I was ridiculous. I straightened my back and crossed my arms under my breasts, feeling confident when his gaze locked on my cleavage. I shouldn’t be allowing his attention or encouraging it. But we both knew there was a line we couldn’t cross, so what was the harm?

Finally, his eyes met mine, heat swirling there, and I puckered my lips in a seductive pout. My breath hitched as he crowded my space and leaned down. His mouth inches from my ear caused gooseflesh to pebble along my skin.

“I like seductive, playful Angie.”

His warm breath along my skin sent desire coursing through me. I squeezed my legs together to ease the tension.

“And if I thought I could give you what you deserve, I wouldn’t hesitate to give us both what we want.”

Before I could even ask what he meant, he was gone, walking toward the front desk, and leaving me there like a puddle of goo on the floor.

Chapter Ten

WYATT

I slidmy keycard through the slot and pushed the door to my suite open. Thoughts of Angie naked, soaking in my Jacuzzi tub, had consumed me since she’d walked away. Nothing could happen, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it.

Disappointment flooded me as I took in the quiet suite and the closed door that led to her room. She’d probably gone to bed already. What was I doing? Did I think she would be waiting for me? Jesus. I’d made it clear I wasn’t giving her anything she deserved. I doubted she wanted a quick fuck with her new boss.

Utter fucking asshole. That was for sure.

But the minute I stepped into my room, my gaze landed on the closed bathroom door and the dim light visible under the door. Images of her naked in the tub flooded me, and my dick pushed against the zipper of my pants, demanding to be freed.

Not going to happen. He needed to chill the fuck out.

I pushed my suit jacket off, throwing it onto the bed, and then yanked at the knot of my tie. I worked the buttons of my dress shirt open and pulled the shirt from the waistband of my pants.

Rustling came from the other side of the door, and when it swung open, I was met with a vision of Angie wrapped in a towel. One ofmylarge bath towels that hugged her luscious curves tightly and was anchored together in the middle of her breasts.

Why had I thought this was a good idea? I couldn’t even think straight as I stared at her, sure that there was no blood left in my top head because it had all been redirected to my lower one.

She was so fucking beautiful. Blond hair piled high on her head. Dark eyes lined by wet lashes. Lips pink and plump. I trailed my gaze lower. Her round, full tits were ready to pop out of the top of the towel, and the strong scent of honeysuckle drifted toward me.

“Sorry.” She shifted, and as her gaze trailed down my chest and abs, her teeth pressing into her lower lip.

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