Chapters (64)
- Recluse
- Dedication
- Book Description
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Prologue
- Charlie
- Roy
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- Epilogue
- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Where was his introversion today?
He eyed me like I was a side of prime beef. “You look succulent,” he said.
“How could you let me do this?” I scanned the floor for my clothes. “People outside must have heard.”
“So?”
“So?” I shook my head. “You’re crazy, Roy. This is nuts.”
“The Wolfes paid good money for this room.”
“For God’s sake, we have a suite upstairs. The Wolfes didn’t pay for us to have sex in this room.”
“The Wolfes paid for this room for the day. What we choose to do in it is our business.”
I regarded him. For a split second, I’d thought he was different.
But no. He was Derek Wolfe spawn, through and through, just like Rock and Reid.
Reid was a known womanizer, and Rock? Well, I’d heard with my own ears what Rock was like when he and Lacey had fucked in her office that first day.
Crazy.
Roy, though? He had an artist’s soul.
I stifled a chuckle.
Artists liked to fuck too, of course. Why wouldn’t they?
I scrambled to find my clothes and get dressed.
My blouse was a huge issue. All of the buttons had been ripped off and scattered throughout the room. Now what was I supposed to do?
“Just put it on backwards and then put your blazer over it,” Roy said, as if reading my mind. “No one will be the wiser.”
I had to admit it was a good idea. Thankfully I had the sundress upstairs that I could change into.
I dressed as quickly as I could. “I need to go back to the room and change. I’m not going around wearing a backward blouse that isn’t fastened at all in the back.
“Easier for me to get off that way.”
“Right. You didn’t have any trouble getting it off the first time.”
“Silver, I’ll never have any trouble getting you naked. I promise.”
A sliver of anger surged through me. “Do you take any of this seriously? Do you?”
“Sure, I do. I take what we just did in here very seriously.”
I punched his upper arm. “I’m not kidding.”
“You think I am? That was some amazing sex, silver, and you know why? Because it was forbidden. We did it in a hotel conference room without a locked door—”
“That door was unlocked?” I nearly screamed.
He smiled. “It was. It is.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Oh my God.”
“It’s no one’s business.”
“That’s just it. This is business. I came here on business. On my third day of work. And I fucked the boss’s brother in a hotel conference room. I’m history.”
“You think I’m going to rat you out?”
“Not you. The manager. Anyone who walked by this room and heard what was so obviously going on in here.”