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“Just as long as my return remains the same,” he said, giving me a cheeky smile.
I rolled my eyes. “Self-interest rears its ugly head, huh?”
He laughed. “Hey, I gotta look out for myself.”
“You’ve got investments in every major company in New York,” I pointed out. “I think you’ll be fine.”
Ben looked bored by our talk of money, and when his phone rang, he answered enthusiastically. After a few moments, he hung up and turned to me. “There’s an issue with one of the suppliers. I’m going to have to see to this myself.”
“Go ahead,” I said. “I can survey the construction site myself.”
Ben nodded and headed off in the direction of the elevators. The moment he was gone, Gregory looked at me with a teasing expression on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Are the rumors true?”
“What rumors?” I asked, frowning at him.
“That there’s a beautiful woman at this resort…and you hold a candle for her?”
I hid my surprise underneath disdain and rolled my eyes. “Where did you hear that?”
“People talk.”
“My staff?”
“Not just your staff.”
“The guests?” I asked incredulously.
“Maybe.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have the time to devote to a woman just now,” I said. “And, I don’t hold a candle for anyone.”
“No?” he asked suspiciously.
“No.”
“What about the beautiful blonde you were staring at in the restaurant last night?”
“I told you—”
“Brotherly concern,” he nodded. “Whose sister is she, anyway?”
“You’ve met him once or twice at one of our annual business mixers,” I said. “Jason Sinclair.”
“Ah, of course,” Gregory nodded. “He’s got the same coloring.”
“Hmm,” I nodded, trying to appear disinterested.
I desperately wanted to take a peek at the pool to see if Molly was still swimming or if she had emerged again. I was aware of the irony of denying my interest in her only to be completely desperate to get another glimpse of her in that bikini, but it seemed I was incapable of controlling my impulses around her.
“I remember Jason mentioning his sister, actually,” Gregory nodded. “I believe she was still in university at the time, senior year.”
“Quite possibly,” I said. “I hadn’t seen her since my own graduation.”
“Oh, you didn’t keep in contact with her?”
