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“Done!”

Shit. “That was supposed to be my inner voice. I hate when she does that.”

“I’ll make sure to leave enough for you and your inner voice to enjoy some pampering time.”

“The serious CEO has a sense of humor?”

“There’s so much you don’t know about me…”

So true. “I can’t wait to know more.”

“All in good time.” He gets up from the chair and climbs into bed. “I asked my executive assistant to book a later flight, so we can have lunch together before I leave.”

“You want me to stay until after lunch?” I roll my eyes in a dramatic way. “So demanding.”

“By all means, if you have a better offer and you need to go, don’t let me stop you.”

I love his playful side. “You’re in luck. I happen to be free.”

He drops his lips on my shoulder, before peppering little kisses up my neck. “Since lunch is hours away, we could enjoy a lazy morning in bed.”

“You don’t strike me as the type who lingers—”

His phone rings, he gets up, looks at the number, and frowns, “I have to take this.”

“Okay.”

I don’t pay much attention to Bryce’s conversation until he shouts. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

What’s going on?”

Bryce marches to the bathroom and closes the door.

When he emerges from the bathroom, he looks… worried.

“Did you get bad news?”

“An asshole cyber attacker who’s been running circles around some of my best people strikes again, hurting the business of many of our clients.”

“Isn’t it… six a.m. in LA?”

“In my business, there’s no such thing as 9 to 5. I have people working around the clock. Cyber attackers never sleep. Not to mention, they’re around the globe.”

Duh.

While Bryce was in boss mode, I enjoyed a long, carefree breakfast at the restaurant downstairs. He told me he’d text me when he was done with his calls. When I didn’t hear from him, I hit the streets. I did some window shopping to keep myself busy for a few hours, before heading to the drugstore to renew my pill prescription and stock up on a few things.

When I eventually receive Bryce’s text, I head back to the hotel and let myself into his room with the extra keycard he gave me.

His eyes meet mine. “I had asked the concierge to make reservations for us at twelve p.m. at Betony, but since I had to deal with this morning’s shit show, it’s going to be a late lunch,” he says.

I drop my purchases on the console near the door. “Not a problem.”

“It’s not too far. That way we can come back here and spend some time together before I head off to the airport.”

“Is that code for us having sex?”

He taps the tip of my nose. “What do you think?”

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