Page 50 of The Last Resort
“Is there something I can help you with?”
She knew this game all too well. Play as polite and respectful as you can, and the second the other person says anything out of line, they will be the one who looks like a rude ass. With Matthew having been unveiled as being part of a New York City family of billionaires, she was going to have to learn to play smarter. Rein in her temper.
“I wanted … I was … Oh.” Rachel huffed. She was still searching for the right words when he climbed off the bench and ambled over to her. Why did the sight of his sexy walk have to send her blood rocketing to boiling point?
He was so close now, she could smell the scent of his cologne. “Tell me, Rach, what do you need?”
His heated words left her powerless. She was angry with him, but the way he said her name. How it rolled so easily, so deliciously off his tongue.
Tongue.All she wanted to do was to let his skillful tongue dance over her clit.
How am I supposed to play cool with this man?
“What can I do for you?” His words stripped her armor away, leaving her exposed.
She swallowed deep. “I … coffee.”
His wicked chuckle went straight to her core. Staying mad with him was becoming impossible.
“You can have anything you want, all I need is an apology. And the top of my model.”
“I’m sorry I hit you. It was an accident, a reflex from years of self-defense classes. But as for the spiked dome from the Death Star, I haven’t a clue where it is. The last time I saw it, it was heading out the door of the committee room.”
“Apology accepted, Rach. Though I’m not sure how genuine it is since I’m thinking it’s less about making peace with me, and far more about you having discovered that no one in town is prepared to come out here and bring us coffee.”
Her brows furrowed as she met his gaze. “That’s just cruel.”
“You must have figured it out by now. No one in town wants to take sides. The Brocks have influence and money here. And now that people know Royal Resorts is involved … well. The townsfolk aren’t stupid, and they don’t want to upset a future major employer of Aspen locals.”
Weak from lack of coffee, she couldn’t muster the energy to resist when Matthew took her by the hand and towed herback into the lodge. “Come on, let’s get some coffee into you before we have to put you on a caffeine drip. And if you behave, I’ll make you a grilled cheese sandwich.”
He was her arch enemy, but he had coffee pods.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“The Wi-Fi out here really sucks,” grumbled Rachel, holding her phone above her head. The hotspot kept dropping out, making any effort to check emails or work online a near impossibility.
On the other side of the enormous table, Matthew continued to type happily away on his laptop.
What is he working on? We are meant to be coming up with a strategy, and all he has done for the past hour is tap, tap on his computer.
It had better not be him trying to figure out how he could wedge the Death Star inside the lobby of the ski lodge.
If he is, I’ll find the missing dome spike and wedge it up his …
After two cups of coffee and the promise of unfettered access to the coffee machine and pods, Rachel was finally in the mood to get to work. Matthew could make a mean cheese grilled sandwich, but she wasn’t ready to sing his praises. He’d scored too many points from her already today.
The one good piece of news they did share was the discovery of what must have once been a private office and meeting room situated directly across the hallway from thekitchen. After cleaning the large window on the far wall, they were afforded a pleasant outlook which took in a snowcapped mountain and a nearby Aspen tree grove. There didn’t appear to be any water damage in this part of the building, which made it the perfect place for a work room.
The internet was still however a major problem for Rachel. But while she’d struggled to get any websites to load, she’d noticed that Matthew had been steadily working. Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. Why wasn’t he complaining about the lack of cell signal?
“Matthew?”
“Hmm.” His fingers continued to dance effortlessly across the keyboard.
“Matthew!”
“Huh?” he said, finally lifting his head and looking at her. “What did you say?”
