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I narrowed my eyes at him. “Because I really want this job, not because you weren’t a dick.”

“Either way, it worked out in my favor.”

He was ridiculous. The way he casually shrugged his shoulders and the easy twitch of his lips told me he owned the title of asshole often. It wasn’t surprising I found him attractive. I’d dated enough of them to know I gravitated toward them. But there was another side of him I kept getting a sense of, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get to know more.

His gaze met mine, and the old Angie would have melted into a puddle from the look he was sending my way. The new Angie was trying to be stronger and wiser and remember her worth. Although my body wasn’t on the same page, it would eventually get there. Not that any of that mattered, because it wasn’t like anything could happen between us anyway. He was now the owner of the hotel I worked for, and according to Google, he was rarely seen with the same girl twice.

I stood from my chair and grabbed our plates. “I’ll take these in, and then I should head to bed.”

He stared at me for a beat before nodding slightly. “Okay. Good night.”

“Night.”

Once inside the suite, I finally let out a deep breath. But once in my bed, I tossed and turned, wishing I could forget the seductive glint in his eye when he looked at me. I doubted he was attracted to me. The one thing I’d learned about asshole guys was they acted that way to get a reaction, not because they liked the girl.

Chapter Four

WYATT

I really wishedI didn’t find this chick so fucking attractive. She stood in front of me, rambling about the damn wedding this weekend that I couldn’t give a shit about, and all I could think about was her breasts. The way they filled out her sweater. The deep V of cleavage that was showing.

“So, do you have any ideas?”

I blinked. What the hell were we talking about?

“Um…” Why did I sound like an idiot? “I’m sorry, what?”

“Did you hear anything I said?”

“No.” At least I was honest. “Sorry.”

She crossed her arms, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the groan that wanted to slip out. I was pretty sure burying my face in my employee’s boobs was on a strictly not allowed list somewhere.

When was the last time I’d gotten laid? Definitely before my grandmother passed away, and at least a week or more before that. Maybe that was my problem.

“Never mind,” she huffed and tried to brush past me.

But my hand shot out and grasped the inside of her elbow. She stopped, looking up at me, and I didn’t miss the way she shivered at my touch. I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse about being this attracted to her. Her skin felt warm under my touch, and all the blood in my body shot south. Soon she was going to realize exactly why I was distracted.

I released her. “Sorry, let’s start over.” It was early and the hotel’s restaurant wasn’t even open yet. She and I stood behind the bar. Apparently, there were two issues she needed to talk to me about. “Tell me what you need me to do. Preferably in as few words as possible. I do better with short and concise information rather than long-winded details I don’t care about.”

Her eyes narrowed like that made her mad, but after a moment, she sighed. “Do you know any DJs?”

“Yes.”

“Can you ask around and see if you know any that are available tomorrow? The one who was supposed to be here got in a car accident and the bride is freaking out.”

I nodded. “Yup. I can do that. Now what was the second issue?”

She waved me off. “I can talk with Jenny when she gets in. I’ll let you know if we can’t solve the problem.”

“Perfect.” Between Angie and Jenny, my restaurant manager, I had no doubt they’d figure it out. “See? We’re making a good team.”

Her brow raised, but no snarky rebuttal came from her. I almost felt disappointed. I liked her sass. A little too much, if I was honest. She was like the girls I tried my hardest to stay away from.

Women who weren’t afraid to call me out for being a dick or for my playboy status usually wanted more than I was willing to give. I wasn’t immune to the label I’d been given. Instead, I owned it. I made it clear that I enjoyed women for a night. Not any longer. I had no interest in a serious relationship. That came with expectations I was sure I’d never be able to meet.

But I couldn’t avoidher, because she was now my employee.

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