I stand up out of my seat. A man should never face something this gorgeous, this momentous, sitting down. This deserves a standing ovation.

Everyone in the entire office is staring shamelessly, but when my chair rumbles against the floor, they come to their senses. People disappear back inside offices and turn toward desks. Chatter resumes.

It’s not an unusual sight to see a guest come through the lobby in a swimsuit.

But Jenny has taken this to a new level.

A red bikini hugs her creamy skin. The sheer cover-up is a navy blue that does nothing to hide the curve of her waist and hips. This cover-up doesn’t have a belt, and she holds it casually closed in front of her, which is to say that it isn’t closed at all. Her legs look sky-high in the heels she’s wearing, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

She reaches my office.

I smile like this is completely normal. “Hello again.” I stop the phrase you gorgeous thing from coming out of my mouth just in time to prevent myself from looking like a lecherous asshole.

Her laugh is low and breathy. “My moving van doesn’t arrive until tonight, and my shirt wasn’t dry. Let’s get to work.”

5

Jenny

For the first time since the champagne splashed across my chest in the lobby, I feel…triumph.

The expression on Roman’s face is priceless. I’m almost ready to turn around and walk out of here at the sight of it—payment in full for every time he ignored me. His perfect lips hang open in disbelief and his eyes blaze with what I’m certain is genuine attraction.

Once we were back in the lobby, he never once took his eyes off my face. I’ve dated enough assholes to know that not every man has been taught an appropriate level of self-control. Roman Bliss is not one of those men. Even if it turns out that he’s just as much of a douchebag on the inside as he was when we were in high school, he’s learned to keep his impulses under wraps.

Until right now.

I let the silence linger between us. I hope it doesn’t show on my face that I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my life, that I can feel the blood humming through my lips, that I want to turn around and run right back up to that suite on the third floor.

His eyes trail down to my body, molded into the red bikini.

I shift seductively in my seat a little, which brings his attention right back up to my face as if someone slapped him.