“A whole suite?” I try to be dismissive, but my voice isn’t quite cooperating. “That won’t be necessary. I can just—” Just what? Sit across from him like this? That’s no way to get his attention.

On the other hand….

“It’s the least I can do.” Then Roman takes me by the arm and ushers me across the lobby like I’m a visiting dignitary and not his newest employee, and I…

…am useless.

“I’m assuming you’ve brought some things with you, yes? For employees on your level we of course provide living space at the resort.”

“I—yes.” Damn it. I want to be smooth. Cool. Collected. But the mere fact of him touching me has scrambled my brain.

We turn left, into another wide hallway with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and take another turn. The elevators.

Roman punches the call button at the same moment that Greg jogs up with a little black envelope that I’m assuming holds the key card to the suite on three.

“Thanks,” Roman says crisply, pocketing the card. “Get some people together. When we’re finished meeting, Ms. London will need help moving her belongings into her residence.”

Before I can protest—and I will protest because the crap I’ve shoved into the back of the rental car does not need to be viewed by other humans—the elevator doors close.

And then I’m in the elevator, alone with Roman Bliss.

It whisks us upward as I try my best not to have a heart attack. Be professional, I remind myself. Be cool. This is rule number one. I stand up tall and face him. “This is too much. I’ll just need a minute to dry off, and then—”

“Take all the time you need,” he assures me, his hand coming around to the small of my back as the elevator doors open.

Why can’t I resist the gentle pressure on my back? It’s so chivalrous, the way he’s guiding me. Totally unassuming. Gentlemanly. It’s a far cry from the cocky jock he was back in school and I cannot take it.

He guides me down the hall to the last door on the right and holds the envelope in front of the lock as he flashes me a smile that makes me feel lightheaded and pleased. “Upgraded last year, for the convenience of our guests. No need to insert anything.”

Roman opens the door and gestures for me to step inside.

And so help me, I do.

“I’ll see you in my office,” he says, and for a moment I’m sure—I see something else in his eyes. Something bewildered, but also…hot. “Whenever you’re ready.”

4

Roman

I need to find Beau and either punch him or give him a raise, because I’ll be damned.

He was right about Genevieve Starlight.

Jenny London is nothing like her.