Back Crush on You
Chapters (32)
  1. Cover
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  27. 26
  28. Epilogue
  29. A Personal Invitation
  30. Connect with Amelia
  31. Also by Amelia Wilde
  32. Epigraph

Beau cuts me a look, his eyebrows raised. Pool?

“Let’s not disturb the boss, though.” The way she says it sounds almost thoughtful. “Come into my office. We can chat about a photo presence. I can take the photos myself.” She turns to leave and Beau follows her out of the office like a puppy. “However, I’ve found that sometimes guest-created content appeals to the audience and is more likely to—”

Her voice trails off as they retreat into her office, and then I hear the rumble of Beau’s laugh.

“You’re staring,” Charlie says. “You look like a man whose lover just boarded a train and he’s watching it pull out of the station.” He’s wearing his own amused grin. Usually, Charlie’s got his nose to the grindstone. He doesn’t have time to get involved in things like me staring at a woman I should have zero feelings for at all.

“Please,” I tell him. “Go figure out a way to fix our financial situation. And if it’s a bigger problem than you thought, don’t wait to tell me.”

He gives me a funny little salute and goes on his way. But even Charlie can’t resist waving at Jenny on the way out.

9

Jenny

It’s all fun and games until I sit down at my computer the next morning and download all the photos from the camera onto the hard drive. There are a lot of them to sort through. Photos of the pool, at sunrise and at sunset. Photos of the gazebo on the beach during the golden hour, when all manner of wedding photos will be taken there this season. Photos from all over the grounds of the Bliss Resort, and even a few from the club section. There are walking paths that are open to hotel guests, accessed with a key card at the gate, and in early summer they’re absolutely gorgeous.

But nothing compares to the pictures of Roman.

I’m supposed to feel the icy caress of revenge in my veins when I look at them, but instead the space between my thighs heats up. I clench my knees together underneath my skirt.

The whole thing—or the whole nothing—with Roman escalated quickly. In a way, I’ve been planning for this kind of eventuality for years. I just never expected it to come. And I never expected him to play ball.