Page 18 of Stuck with My Billionaire Protector

He thinks he might have been inappropriate.

“It’s not what it looks like. I would never try to force myself on you,” he says quickly.

I shake my head. “No, but I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself from now on.” I turn my attention back to the window.

He doesn’t respond, which is probably a good thing.

The rest of the flight passes in awkward silence. I try to sleep, but my mind is racing so I’m unable to.

Finally, we land at Nadi International Airport. I feel a sense of relief that we’ll only be in such close proximity for a little while longer.

As we step out of the airport, the warm, tropical breeze welcomes us to the beautiful island of Fiji. Clare has arranged for a car service to pick us up and take us the short distance to the resort where we’ll be staying.

The driver takes our bags and gestures toward his car. We quickly climb in and as we buckle up, he pulls out of the airport parking lot.

The scenery is breathtaking. The lush tropical vegetation that lines the road is dotted with palm trees, bright flowers, and the occasional glimpse of the sparkling turquoise ocean in the distance. I am so captivated by the picture-perfect view that I’m able to forget my troubles for a few moments. I forget that I’m going to be spending several days in this spectacular place with this insanely attractive man that I can barely keep my hands off of.

Reality sinks back in as we arrive at the resort and make our way to the check-in desk. It’s a beautiful place, with palm trees swaying in the breeze and the sound of the ocean in the background.

However, my mood quickly sours when the desk clerk informs us that there’s been a mix-up with the reservations. Instead of two rooms, they only have one reserved.

“I’m so sorry for the inconvenience. Unfortunately, the resort is fully booked, and we don’t have any other rooms available,” the clerk explains.

I feel a sense of panic rising in my chest. How are we supposed to share a room? We’ve already been struggling to keep things professional, and now we’ll be forced to be in close quarters with each other for the entire trip.

Dylan turns to me with a look of concern on his face. “Are you okay with this?”

I nod, trying to put on a brave face. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s not ideal, but we’ll make it work.”

He nods in agreement, and we make our way to the room. As we open the door, I can feel the tension between us. The room is small, with only one bed and a cramped bathroom. There isn’t even a sofa.

We both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Dylan steps forward and looks deeply into my eyes.

“We’ll figure this out,” he says softly. “We’ll make it work.”

I nod, feeling a sense of relief. Maybe this is a chance for us to figure things out, to see if we can really make this work. Or maybe it’s a disaster waiting to happen. Either way, we have no choice but to face it head-on.

Chapter 9

Dylan

Aswestepintothe room, the reality of the situation sinks in. Sharing a room with Jocelyn was never part of the plan, and now we’re faced with this unexpected twist. I can’t deny the flicker of excitement that stirs within me, but it’s quickly overshadowed by a wave of internal conflicts.

She’s my employee, and we have a professional relationship to uphold. Sharing a room will undoubtedly blur the lines and intensify the attraction that has been brewing between us. But as much as I try to fight it, there’s a part of me that wants to explore what could be.

I glance at Jocelyn, and I can see the fatigue etched on her face. The long flight and the stress of the day have clearly taken a toll on her. My protective instincts kick in, and I suggest, “You look exhausted. Why don’t you take a nap and rest up? We can figure things out later.”

She looks relieved at the suggestion, her eyes brightening with gratitude. “That sounds like a good idea. Thank you.”

With a small smile, she disappears into the bathroom to freshen up, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts. This is my chance to make a decision. Do I act on the desires I feel for her? It would be so easy to slip into bed with her. I have no doubt she would let me take her. At the same time, I know I should prioritize the professionalism that comes with our roles. The last thing I want is for her to feel like she has to sleep with me or that I pressured her.

I need some time to gather my thoughts, so I decide to head down to the hotel bar. A good stiff drink or two might help clear my mind and provide some much-needed perspective.

As I walk through the elegant halls of the resort, I wonder what this trip has in store for us. Maybe this unexpected situation will be the catalyst that forces us to confront our feelings head-on. Or maybe it will result in disaster personally and professionally.

In the dimly lit bar, I find a seat and order a whiskey, trying to find solace in the amber liquid. The murmurs of other guests blend together into a comforting white noise, momentarily drowning out the chaos within me.

As I take a sip, I realize that I have a choice to make. I can either let fear and uncertainty rule my actions, or I can embrace the unknown and take a chance on something real. This is what Roxanne has been pushing me to do. Finishing my drink, I begin to reflect on her words and think back over the traumas of my past and the events that built my walls so high.

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