innocent smile.
“Well, Ms. Caldwell,” Marissa says.
“Anna, please.”
Marissa smiles. “Anna, I have to say you are clearly the most qualified person we’ve interviewed. I’m pleased that you and I share the same vision for the hotel’s future and I believe we could work really well together.” She nods her head in Marcus’s direction. “I can handle him. So, how about a tour? Marcus, is that something you can handle?” She looks up from her watch and raises a questioning brow.
“Of course,” he says diplomatically, behind a steely gaze.
Marissa turns back to me. “Marcus is the one who’s here more often throughout the day. I pop in, but I’m am also juggling two little ones at home. And today, my son is home sick so I must be getting back.” She reaches out and shakes my hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Anna. I hope to see a lot more of you in the future. We would love to have you join our team. Wouldn’t we, Marcus?”
He clears his throat. “Yes.”
I release her hand, trying hard to contain the excitement over nailing the job interview and the trepidation that I will now be alone with the man who knows I lied to him. “Thank you.”
Marissa nods her head and steps out, leaving a thick silence in the room. Neither of us move. Marcus stares at me questioningly, waiting for me to explain myself. Little does he know I’m waiting for him to do the same. Why didn’t he introduce himself as the owner to me last night? It would have been appropriate, especially when I was having issues with a member of his staff. Why would he need to lie about his name? I cross my arms over my chest. He chuckles lightly, giving a shake of his head.
“Hello, Scarlett .”
My cheeks flush as I remember the way he said my name when he came inside me.
“ Damon ,” I toss back. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again.”
He laughs. “Didn’t you?”
My back stiffens and I take a deep breath before saying as calmly as I can, “You think I planned this?”
He tilts his head to the side and studies me. “I don’t know. It sure seems serendipitous with you staying here last night.”
“I was staying here last night so that I could scope out the hotel before my interview. Remember, it was you who bought me a drink.”
“I remember,” he says. “There’s not a second of last night that I don’t remember.”
My knees weaken and I need to sit down, but doing so would show him he’s gotten to me and I can’t allow that. Today is about being professional. The man I had the most incredible sexual experience of my life with is now my new boss. I close my eyes. Oh, God.
Marcus stands. “How about that tour?”
Yes. I need out of this room. I need air.
He walks to the door and opens it, introducing me to the woman at the front desk who greeted me before the interview. As we walk through the lobby, Marcus is careful to keep enough distance between us, so as not to touch me in any way.
“I assume you are quite familiar with our bar?”
I don’t answer, but instead trail behind him a few steps so that I can take in the way he looks in his suit. He’s wearing the same style of white button down shirt he had on last night, only this time it’s paired with a charcoal jacket and pants instead of a lighter gray suit. His thick dark hair is pushed back off his forehead and his eyes show no sign of sleep deprivation the way I’m sure mine do. And then I remember him telling me he rarely sleeps.
Marcus walks me to the gym, shows me the pool and then continues the tour past several conference rooms, all the while keeping his conversation strictly business, for which I’m grateful. It isn’t until we get to the elevator that a warm rush of desire shoots through me again. He shifts his feet and shoves his hands into his pockets as we wait for the doors to open. Thick silence once again. I wonder if I am alone in this sensation of longing and nostalgia, but there’s nothing on his face to confirm or
“Well, Ms. Caldwell,” Marissa says.
“Anna, please.”
Marissa smiles. “Anna, I have to say you are clearly the most qualified person we’ve interviewed. I’m pleased that you and I share the same vision for the hotel’s future and I believe we could work really well together.” She nods her head in Marcus’s direction. “I can handle him. So, how about a tour? Marcus, is that something you can handle?” She looks up from her watch and raises a questioning brow.
“Of course,” he says diplomatically, behind a steely gaze.
Marissa turns back to me. “Marcus is the one who’s here more often throughout the day. I pop in, but I’m am also juggling two little ones at home. And today, my son is home sick so I must be getting back.” She reaches out and shakes my hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Anna. I hope to see a lot more of you in the future. We would love to have you join our team. Wouldn’t we, Marcus?”
He clears his throat. “Yes.”
I release her hand, trying hard to contain the excitement over nailing the job interview and the trepidation that I will now be alone with the man who knows I lied to him. “Thank you.”
Marissa nods her head and steps out, leaving a thick silence in the room. Neither of us move. Marcus stares at me questioningly, waiting for me to explain myself. Little does he know I’m waiting for him to do the same. Why didn’t he introduce himself as the owner to me last night? It would have been appropriate, especially when I was having issues with a member of his staff. Why would he need to lie about his name? I cross my arms over my chest. He chuckles lightly, giving a shake of his head.
“Hello, Scarlett .”
My cheeks flush as I remember the way he said my name when he came inside me.
“ Damon ,” I toss back. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again.”
He laughs. “Didn’t you?”
My back stiffens and I take a deep breath before saying as calmly as I can, “You think I planned this?”
He tilts his head to the side and studies me. “I don’t know. It sure seems serendipitous with you staying here last night.”
“I was staying here last night so that I could scope out the hotel before my interview. Remember, it was you who bought me a drink.”
“I remember,” he says. “There’s not a second of last night that I don’t remember.”
My knees weaken and I need to sit down, but doing so would show him he’s gotten to me and I can’t allow that. Today is about being professional. The man I had the most incredible sexual experience of my life with is now my new boss. I close my eyes. Oh, God.
Marcus stands. “How about that tour?”
Yes. I need out of this room. I need air.
He walks to the door and opens it, introducing me to the woman at the front desk who greeted me before the interview. As we walk through the lobby, Marcus is careful to keep enough distance between us, so as not to touch me in any way.
“I assume you are quite familiar with our bar?”
I don’t answer, but instead trail behind him a few steps so that I can take in the way he looks in his suit. He’s wearing the same style of white button down shirt he had on last night, only this time it’s paired with a charcoal jacket and pants instead of a lighter gray suit. His thick dark hair is pushed back off his forehead and his eyes show no sign of sleep deprivation the way I’m sure mine do. And then I remember him telling me he rarely sleeps.
Marcus walks me to the gym, shows me the pool and then continues the tour past several conference rooms, all the while keeping his conversation strictly business, for which I’m grateful. It isn’t until we get to the elevator that a warm rush of desire shoots through me again. He shifts his feet and shoves his hands into his pockets as we wait for the doors to open. Thick silence once again. I wonder if I am alone in this sensation of longing and nostalgia, but there’s nothing on his face to confirm or
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