He shook his head. “Nothing.” And from the look on his face, he wasn’t happy about it. “Nothing happened today, at least. There were no pranks, dead animals, or attempts on your life.”

I pressed my fingers to my temple. “That’s something, I guess.”

“You’ve got a headache,” Piper noted. “Maldives?”

I nodded. “Tristan’s working on it.” I paused. “I’m taking the evening off.”

Piper blinked. “You are?”

“Yes. I’m having dinner here in the penthouse.”

Caden’s lips twitched. “With your lovely hotel manager?”

Piper gasped. “Ro, no, don’t tell me you’re sleeping with her.”

Caden snorted. “That ship has sailed. Surely you haven’t missed the raging sexual tension?”

“I’m not planning to do much sleeping,” I added.

My COO groaned. “This is an HR nightmare.”

“I don’t care.”

“I expected this from your father, but never you.”

I stiffened.

Piper’s face changed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re nothing like your father, Ro.”

“They slept together at the masquerade,” Caden added. “Without knowing who each other was.”

She shook her head. “Okay. Well, just make sure she knows that it’s temporary. Don’t let her fall in love with you. Or your bank account.”

“Tessa’s not like that. And we have ground rules. No expectations.”

Piper made a sound then rose. “I just don’t want to see you sued for sexual harassment.”

“It’s fine, Piper.”

She waved a hand. “I’m off to my room to raid the minibar.”

Caden inclined his head. “I’m installing a few additional cameras to tide us over until we do the upgrade.”

After they’d left, I showered and changed. My headache was still there, but not getting worse, at least.

My phone dinged and I saw a message from Tessa. I scanned it. Damn. Her bar manager had called in sick, and she was filling in for the evening shift.

I shook my head. I don’t think any of my other hotel managers would fill in a shift at the bar. She’d asked if we could make dinner at nine PM.

I was about to return her text when I decided to head down and tell her in person.

As I entered the Bluff Bar, I ignored the throb in my temple. The bar had dark walls, elegant leather armchairs and stools, and cool lighting that ran across the dark ceiling. The place had an almost Art Deco touch of glamor to it, and behind the long, glossy bar were backlit shelves stacked with top-shelf bottles.

It was busy. Most of the chairs were filled and people were cradling drinks, and talking and laughing.