Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“It’s just in case,” I say. “Thank you for the coffee mug you sent on billionaire day. If I’d known it was from you, I would’ve said something sooner.”
“That’s okay, you’re welcome.” She pauses. “Did you ever notice the tiny sentences in the letters saying, ‘I still hate you for what you did last Christmas?’ and ‘I hope you’re miserable?’”
“No.”
“Okay, I’ll show them to you.” She tries to roll off the bed and get away from me, but I’m done playing that game.
“You can show that to me in the morning.” I kiss her neck, and she sucks in a slow, unsteady breath. “In the meantime…”
I slide a hand against her T-shirt, slowly pushing up the hem until I can see her pussy.
“I have work in a few hours.” Her breathing slows. “I can’t.”
“You can’t let me kiss your sexy ass lips and finger your soaking wet pussy until you come?”
“Yes…” She moans as I slip two fingers inside her. “Fuck…Yes, you can do that.”
“I plan to.” I roll her on top of me. “We’re officially done talking for tonight…”
NINETEEN
COLORADO SPRINGS, COLORADO
GEORGIA
In the morning, my lips are swollen and deliciously sore from hours of Dominic kissing me. I can’t help but replay the memory of him demanding that I say his name while I rode his hand, while he made me say, “Yes, I fucking want this…”
“Why are you over here talking to yourself, Georgia?” Taryn waves a hand in front of my face. “You’re literally in the middle of a crisis.”
“Sorry.” I shake my head, snapping out of the trance. “What’s going on?”
“Three more people called in sick,” she says. “They didn’t even try to sound convincing. One of them literally laughed in my face.”
“There’s no way people are bailing on me during the holidays.” I glance at the updated spreadsheet, staring at it as if the numbers may change.
“Before I even attempt to get into this...” I pick up a clipboard. “Where are we on Savannah’s cupcake order?”
“The same place we were last week when she called at midnight about it.” She scoffs. “She and her boss should just elope and put us out of wedding planning misery.”
“I suggested that and she turned it down.”
“Suggest it again.”
“Will do.” I’m too stressed to laugh. “I’ll call the baker for some mockups later to keep her at bay. What department do you want to help me with today?”
“Housekeeping.”
“Any chance you can handle the front desk, too?”
“Maybe for a couple hours.”
“Okay, so that leaves me with…” I shake my head. “Everything else.”
The VIP guest service bell rings, and I pick up the phone.
“Guest Services,” I say. “How can I make your evening better?”
“I’d like someone to come upstairs and prepare my hot tub with lavender and candles for me,” a woman says. “I would also like some hot towels.”
“My pleasure, Miss. I’ll fulfill your request right away.”
I start typing an email for the spa department, but I realize they’re down to two employees, which won’t work.
“Taryn, can you do me a favor and—”
The guest service bell rings again, and I fake a smile before answering.
“Guest Services. How can I make your evening better?”
“I’d like to have your best chilled wine, strawberries, and the S’more specialty delivered to my room within the next twenty minutes,” a man says. “I mentioned this at check-in, I believe.”
“You did, Mr. Hanson.” I remember. “Our chef made your order gluten free.”
“You’re the best, Miss Grey. Thank you.”
I wait for him to end the call and page the wine cellar.
The line rings and rings and rings.
Ryan and Liam called off, too?
I slam the phone down. “Turn-down service is in seven hours, and there’s now way we’ll get to everyone in time.”
“It’s okay, Georgia.” Taryn heads to the door. “I’ll handle the lavender bath guest, run to the cellar, and come back, okay?”
“You promise you’ll come back?”
“If you promise to get that crazy look out of your eyes, yes.” She rushes away without another word, and I grab a paper bag.
I breathe into it, ignoring the tears that are pricking my eyes.
Why is this happening now of all seasons?
Dominic suddenly steps into the kitchen, dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt.
“Now isn’t a good time,” I say. “How did you even find me?”
“You told me exactly where you were going.” He smiles. “Plus, I figured you might need some help.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Because no one is answering the front desk line.”
“I’ll go and do that.” I start to walk past him, but he grabs my waist.
“Your cousin is handling it.”
“She doesn’t have the friendliest voice, so I need to make sure she keeps her tone high.” I try to move past him, but he doesn’t let me.
“You need to promise to calm down first.”
“I am calm.” My voice cracks. “I’m not the slightest bit worried about things going to shit and everyone leaving me hanging while also trying to keep thoughts of you at bay because they’re all about fucking.”