Instead, I pulled the covers up properly and made sure she was settled.
“Go to sleep,” I said.
She smiled faintly, eyes already heavy. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah, and mean.”
“Nah. I take that part back. You’re a nice man.”
“Shhh…” I cooed. “Sleep time.”
She didn’t argue again. Just turned slightly into the pillow, the tension finally leaving her body.
I stayed where I was, watching her longer than I needed to.
Making sure she was actually asleep and telling myself I was making sure she was safe so Dillon wouldn’t kill me.
Nothing more.
But my fingers brushed against her cheek as her mouth parted and I was dazed. She was so beautiful it made me angry. Because my plan was failing before it even started.
How am I expected to ignore a woman like this? No matter how off limits she was, she was right. A part of me wants to touch her. It wants to watch her.
And this was only the beginning.
THE SUCRÉ ESTATES
Rory.
Marlon Sinclair owes me dick.
And I don’t carehow that sounds and I don’t care how inappropriate it is.
After the way he took care of me yesterday? The way he handled me and didn’t rush or take advantage.
That part?
I need that.
“Ms. Rodriguez?” A knock came at my door. “Ms. Rodriguez, my name is Todd and I’m the manager on duty. I’m here to do a wellness check at Mr. Sinclair’s request. Are you up and decent?”
After a deep and restful sleep, I stretched under the covers, letting out a slow breath as I blinked up at the ceiling.
“Yes. Come in.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Rodriguez but Mr. Sinclair wanted—woah!” He shielded his eyes.
I looked down at what made him exclaim to see my robe had become undone.
“Oop!” I tightened it. “My bad, Todd. Don’t expect guests so early. But as you can see I am alive and well.
“Yes.” He kept his eyes shield. “I will let Mr. Sinclair know. He also told me to advise you that the work day starts at nine. A car will be arriving to take you to the office at eight.”
I groaned. Work. “Noted. Thanks, Todd.”
“My pleasure. Let me know if you need anything.”
Then he practically ran out of my room.