Allie’s dark brows winged up. “Ro? You have a nickname for him?”

“It’s the name he prefers.”

It took her a second, then she gasped. “Your mystery man, with whom you had earth-shattering sex, and who gave you three orgasms was Ambrose Langston. Your boss.”

“He’s not my boss. Exactly. He’s like my boss’ boss’ boss’ boss.”

“He’s the man who holds the fate of our hotel in his hands.”

I pressed my hands to my face. “Yes.”

“Holy fuck. You fucked Ambrose Langston.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Yes, that about sums it up.”

“Wow, I’d expect Sierra to do something like this, but not you.”

“Allie.”

“Hey.” She hugged me. “It’s going to be okay.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I am, but I’m sure it will be.” She pulled a face. “Sierra’s better at this positive, optimistic shit than me.”

“I’m taking him outside this afternoon to continue the tour. To see the outdoor activities and trails. We’ll probably get attacked by a bear.”

My friend gripped my arm and squeezed. “Or have wild sex against a tree.”

I made a sound.

“Okay, take a breath,” she said. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll talk to Sierra and Jazz. We need to move cocktail night up, stat.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“Sure.”

I sighed. “You’re lying.”

“I am. I’m so telling Sierra and Jazz as soon as I can.” She hurried off with a wave.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I needed to go. Ro was waiting.

As I approached his office, I saw the door was open. I heard the deep murmur of his voice, and a shiver ran through me.

No. We are not paying attention to, or acting on, this obsessive attraction to Ro Langston.

I stopped in the doorway. He sat at the desk, phone to his ear. He was leaning back, in profile, looking like some king plotting a conquest. His lips curved into a smile. My chest did something weird.

Holy cow, when the man smiled he looked… totally beautiful.

The memory of the phone calls with his dad hit me. I’d only heard one side of the conversations, but that was all I needed to know that the elder Langston sounded like he wasn’t going to win father of the year anytime soon.

Don’t feel sorry for Ro. He’s rich, handsome, and arrogant to go with it. He’s not some poor little rich boy.

And before I knew it, he’d be gone. Onto his next conquest. Which was exactly what I wanted.

Suddenly, I felt the intensity of his gaze. He was staring at me as he ended his call. He rose with an easy, fluid move. It drew my gaze like a magnet and I mentally berated myself.

“You’re all shiny again,” he noted, taking in my skirt and top.