Page 4 of Boss Me Not

We stepped onto the elevator a moment later, and I pushed the button for the top floor. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt again before running her hands down the sides of her skirt, pushing it back down to her knees. Personally, I liked it better when it was bunched up and showing off a few inches of her thighs.

Fuck. I had to stop this. I could not think of Angie—no, Ms. Mitchell—in any other manner than I did the rest of my staff.

Once the doors opened and we stepped into the hallway, I pointed to the right. “There are two suites that way.” Then I gestured to the left. “And mine is this way.”

“The bridal party has both of the other suites, right?”

“Yup.” I headed left, and she fell in step behind me. Sliding my key through the card reader, I held the door open for her.

As she brushed past me, a sweet floral scent hit my nose, and I couldn’t stop from breathing her in.

“Oh wow.” She looked from one wall to the other and then glanced over her shoulder at me, still frozen in the same spot. “These paintings are gorgeous. You’re into art like Blanche was?”

“It was one of her passions. Something we eventually shared. As an adult, I bought her pieces, but I don’t know if I have the eye for it like she did.”

“Do you know what Rainbow Row is?”

I shook my head. Although it sounded familiar, I couldn’t place it. Finally, I made my feet move and came to stand next to her.

“It’s a row of historic houses down in Charleston that are each painted various bright, beautiful pastel colors.” Her lips turned up slightly and a dimple appeared on her right cheek. “The painting downstairs in the lobby reminded me of it.”

“The one with the colorful doors?”

She nodded. “It’s mesmerizing—the way the background is so muted and the doors leap off the canvas.”

“If I remember correctly, the painting’s based on New Orleans.”

“Really?” Her head tilted and the ends of her platinum blond hair brushed along her collarbone. Her red painted lips were striking against her pale skin and hair. “I’ve never been.”

I shifted uncomfortably, willing myself to stop noticing things like how she smelled, the dimple when she smiled, her curves, or her lips. I refused to be attracted to her. My dick needed to get the memo too. Merely the idea of her had me fuming a few days ago. That was what I had to remember. I wasstuck with her for three months. Whether she did a good job or not.

“The view is gorgeous.”

I looked up to where she had moved toward the balcony doors overlooking the ocean. I brought my fist to my lips as my gaze locked on her luscious ass. I was totally fucked. Because all I could think wasdamn right, the view is gorgeous.

And I didn’t mean the ocean.

Chapter Three

ANGIE

I had to admit,Wyatt was right. His suite was huge. Probably bigger than my apartment back in Half Moon Lake and the one I would be renting here combined. I could literally sit out on the balcony all night. Between the gorgeous view of the stars in the sky and the sound of the waves crashing against the sand, it was my new favorite space. It definitely made it easier to say yes to his offer. Not that I really had a choice. The inn had nothing open until Sunday, and at that point, it would be ridiculous to go stay there for a night.

Deep in my thoughts, I almost jumped off the chair when the door opened behind me.Get a grip, Angie. It is his place, after all.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Heat crept up into my cheeks. “You didn’t.”

He raised an eyebrow, like he wanted to call bullshit. “Have you eaten?”

I shook my head. “Not since lunch.”

After he’d shown me the suite earlier, we went downstairs to one of the conference rooms for a meeting with the restaurant, housekeeping, and security managers. He’d had the restaurant bring in a delicious lunch spread.

“I grabbed pizza from Starlight Pi, if you want some.”

I was sure the food here would have me gaining weight at a rapid rate. Why did I have to love eating so much? Couldn’t I be like those people who forget to eat? No, food was constantly on my mind.

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