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I don’t bother to put a robe on before I towel-dry my hair, then use the blow dryer. I won’t be able to get all of my hair dry, but I can tackle enough of the top layer to place some curls around my head. Anything to make it look like I wasn’t just at the pool ten minutes ago.
When I turn the blow dryer off, I’m surprised to hear Rosa speaking, but I can’t make out the words she’s saying. I turn around to see why she’s still in my room, and we nearly run into each other when she steps into the bathroom first.
“Another concierge was at your door when I went to leave. I thought it would be better for me to take the items from him for you.” Rosa’s holding one long box with a smaller one on top.
I assume they’re both from Owen. When I peek inside the small box, I find heels, and I’m impressed he thought of them when I hadn’t. I’m going to have to be extra careful with him.
I head back to the bathroom counter and reach for the curling iron. “Thank you for grabbing those, Rosa. Please leave them on the bed.”
She nods and avoids my stare in the mirror, likely because I’m only dressed in a black thong and bra. The bra is boring, and the underwear are lace, but the fact that the color matches is enough.
Again, not that anyone will see them, but I’ll know and that’s what I’m worried about. Yep. Absolutely.
“Would you like me to wait here in case you need anything else?” Rosa asks.
I shake my head. “Thank you for everything already.”
“You’re very welcome, Ms. Danes.” She meets my stare before disappearing from sight, and I hear the door open and close two seconds later.
I’m nearly done with my curls and check the clock. Shit, I only have three minutes left.
With no time to appreciate the dress, I rip open the box and slip the silk material over my head. The straps are wide enough to cover my bra and the cowl neckline swoops low, but not inappropriately so. The shoes are next, and somehow, they’re a perfect fit, just like the dress. Something tells me Owen knows women a little too well for my liking. Though, I shouldn’t be surprised after his earlier admission about why his boss hired him.
I spend the remaining minute-and-a-half I have left putting on a thin layer foundation, then adding a few swipes of mascara to my lashes. Just when I pick up the lipstick, there’s another knock at my door. At least he’s punctual.
I take my time coating my lips with the rosy-red color I picked and blot them before answering the door. When I do, Owen’s hand is raised to knock again, but his arm freezes while his eyes rake over me.
Fuck. Me.
The heat of his stare has me clenching my thighs, and regret consumes me for agreeing to go with him. This is a terrible idea. Yet, I still don’t back out.
He’s wearing a charcoal suit with a crisp, white undershirt that he’s left unbuttoned at the top just like earlier. I take note that he doesn’t like ties, which is a disappointment. So much can be done with a tie.
I give myself a mental shake. Again.
I can’t think like that. If I let myself get worked up, I’m only going to embarrass myself. I need to figure out why men keep cheating on me before I go sleeping with any others.
Though, I can hear Kenzie’s voice in the back of my head telling me that if I know he’s just a fling, then what’s the harm?
That’s another question I don’t have an answer to.
Owen’s hand moves up and down without touching me, but he might as well have based on the tightening of my core.
“I’m impressed. By your earlier panic, I wasn’t sure you’d be ready right on time,” he finally says, then adds, “You look stunning.”
I blush. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He chuckles softly and holds out a hand. “Shall we?”
My eyes stare at his palm. If I take his offered hand, I worry I’ll be branded by his touch. I know the thought is asinine, but it’s one I can’t stop from circling my mind.
“I don’t bite, Ella.”
Well, that’s disappointing, I think.
Owen’s voice deepens. “Though, I’m not opposed to doing so if that’s what you like.”
Motherfreakinghell. Did I say that out loud? Kill me right fucking now.
