Jenny is seated behind her desk when I get there, tapping away at her keyboard, and I can’t help but feel a little pang of disappointment. Unlike yesterday, she’s fully dressed. At least I think she is. The gray short-sleeved blazer she’s wearing could easily be paired with the bottom of the red bikini.

Not that I’d be into that.

This is a place of work, and I’m going to reestablish my authority.

I clear my throat and she jumps about a mile out of her chair. She scrambles to her feet—the blazer is paired with a skirt, damn it—and her mouth is shaped in a perfect O. When she sees that it’s me, she lets out a laugh that’s somewhere between a guffaw and a giggle. It’s the kind of sound she would have made back when she was still going by Genevieve, and it warms my heart more than I expected.

“Roman,” she breathes. “What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me.”

I survey her again. “What are you doing here? Nobody comes to the office this early.”

She shoots me a look. “Is that why your social media accounts are in such a sorry state?”

This woman. One day she’s a vixen in a cover-up, swaying her hips in front of me like all she wants is my attention. The next, she’s a corporate queen who’s going to whip us all into shape. Who is she, really?

“Speaking of social media….” I approach the desk and set the gift basket straight in the center. “That was fun, your little photo shoot in the pool yesterday. But I don’t think you’ve seen enough of the resort property yet to represent us to the best of your abilities.”

Her mouth falls open, a playful offense crossing her face along with a flash of something else. “I can assure you that I have more than enough to work with. In fact, I had so much to work through and process that I’m here earlier than you, so—”

“Ah, ah….” I hold up a hand in the air. “You can test gift shop merchandise to your heart’s content, Miss London, but you can’t get out of taking the grand tour.” A pleasant pink color comes to her cheeks. I never thought I’d feel any sense of triumph at making Genevieve Starlight blush. “Get changed. I’ll meet you in the lobby in five.”

I turn away from the desk before she can argue and head back out into the lobby. I left rather abruptly before. Greg probably needs some reassurance that he’s not going to get let go before the trial period is out, and if I get any closer to her in that skirt suit, I don’t know what’ll happen. If she shimmies out of it while I’m standing here….