It’s summer now, and the property is rather empty. It seems isn’t much to do at the resort off season.
I follow Jaxson inside, and he leads me to the elevator. “Have you met my daughter, Izzie, yet?”
I shake my head and step into the elevator with him. “No, I don’t believe so.”
He presses the button for the fifth floor, and the elevator ride up is in awkward silence. Once we reach the fifth floor, he steps out first, and I follow while he retrieves a keycard.
Why the hell is he taking me to a hotel room?
My stomach tumbles, and I slow down, letting him walk ahead.
“Jaxson, what are we doing here?”
He’s given me no indication that he’s ever been interested in me in that way. I unclasp my purse and dig my hand in, reaching for my cell phone.
It’s not like I have mace or a weapon with me.
Besides, Jaxson Monroe is twice my size and a hell of a lot stronger. The only thing I have going for me is I’m well aware that this whole situation feels off.
“It’s for a private client,” he says, without so much as glancing at me over his shoulder.
Yeah, sure it is.
I stop walking and glance at my phone.
Mom never mentioned her boss being a creeper. But maybe he has a thing for younger girls and Mom just isn’t young enough for him? Maybe she doesn’t know. How could she really know her boss if she spent years in a field office in New York and their main office was in Breckenridge?
If I’m wrong … no, how could I be wrong?
Why would my boss be bringing me to a hotel room at a resort, key card in hand?
I flip through my phone, my hands trembling as I accidentally hit call on the last caller on my phone.
Liam Moretti.
His name lights up on my phone, and my eyes widen.
Shit.
This just went from bad to worse.
“Bristol, let’s go.” Jaxson’s voice booms from down the hall, and his hand is poised with the keycard as he reaches to unlock the door.
“Why are you bringing me to a hotel room?” I ask, my voice catching in my throat. “I’m not interested in you like that, Jaxson. You’re married. I’m … your employee.”
“Bristol!” Liam’s voice echoes through the phone. He’s loud, and my eyes widen and the room sways.
Oh, fuck.
I stumble backward down the hallway, losing my footing. My stomach is in my throat as nausea sets a course, and my vision peppers with stars and darkness as I reach for the wall.
“Not again,” I mutter, my legs giving out as I crumble to the ground, blacking out.
Lying on the ground, my eyelids flutter open, staring up at Jaxson, who is hovering over me, concern evident in his eyes. His brow is knitted, and he shoves the keycard into his pocket and retrieves his phone. “Maybe we should call an ambulance for you.”
There’s a muffled voice from beside me, and I reach for my phone, noticing Liam is still on the call.
Shit.
