“Sure. What’s your room number?” she asks, a blush creeping up her neck.
I tell her Molly’s room number and watch as she taps it into the computer. “My girlfriend’s assistant booked the room. It will be in her name. Molly Olive.”
“Yes, I see it.” The woman then runs a card through a scanner and hands it over. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Roxanne. You’re a lifesaver.” I smile and head to the elevator. Stopping at the room Molly booked for me, I grab my overnight bag and then head to her room and let myself in.
“I don’t care if your dog, cat, and fish died all in the same damn day, Jerry. There is no excuse for submitting the wrong damn forms to the council. Do you have any idea how much this is going to set the project back? How much this is going to cost?” Molly is walking around the living room, waving her arms in the air as she yells at whomever the hell Jerry is.
“I… I’m sorry, Miss Olive. It was an error,” a guy stammers out.
“An error. You didn’t send an email with a typo in it, Jerry. You’ve set the project back months. Are you going to be in that boardroom to explain to the board why this project just got fucked up the ass?” she yells.
I smirk as I watch her. She’s fucking hot when she’s in CEO mode. Then again, she’s fucking hot all the time. I make myself known and walk into the bedroom, dumping my bag on the bed before I pull out my gym shoes and shorts.
“I’ll fix it, Miss Olive.”
“You have forty-eight hours to rectify the situation, or you can kiss your job goodbye!” I hear Molly growl, actually growl, and then she’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching me undress. “What the hell are you doing here?” she hisses out.
My head tilts to the side. She can speak to her staff how ever the fuck she wants, but no way am I setting a tone in this relationship where she gets to speak to me like a piece of scum on the bottom of her shoe.
Then I realize where my mind just went.Relationship.This is not a relationship.
“I’ll be more than happy to tell you what I’m doing when you talk to me like a fucking person and not some errant child you’re scolding,” I reply in a calm, quiet tone.
Kicking my shoes off, I then pull my pants down and put the workout shorts on. Next, I dig through the bag and find a pair of socks and sneakers all while Molly stands in the doorway and stares at me.
When I’m done, I pick up my discarded weapons, put them in my overnight bag, and move the bag to the floor. I grab my phone and the keycard for this room and walk over to where Molly is blocking the door.
“What are you doing here?” she questions, her voice softer all of a sudden.
I smile. “I told you I wasn’t going to sleep without you tonight. I needed to get changed.” I kiss the middle of her forehead and step around her, ready to head out of the suite.
“Whoa, hold up,” she says, and I halt on the spot before spinning around to face her.
“Where on earth are you going dressed like that?” She waves a hand up and down my body.
“The gym. Hudson’s waiting for me.”
“It’s cold out there, Alfie. You should put a shirt on,” she tells me.
I smirk. “I can handle a little chill.”
“You’re really going to just walk through the hotel like that?”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re impossibly hot in clothes, Alfie. Out of them? Well, you’re going to have every woman you pass throwing themselves at you.” She scowls.
“Are you jealous?” I laugh.
“No,” Molly huffs. “Just considering your well-being. All those hungry women are going to eat you alive.”
And then something occurs to me. I walk over, wrap my hand around the back of Molly’s head, lean down, and press my lips to her mouth. When I pull away, I stare into her eyes.
“I haven’t looked at another woman since the day I met you,” I admit.
Molly snorts. “That was two days ago. Not really a huge feat, Alfie,” she says. “And I’m not saying you can’t. You can do whatever you want.”
