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“I’d like to go to my room.”
She turns from me, and my gaze drops to her perfect heart-shaped ass, all nestled snug in that stylish yet sexy jumpsuit, no doubt, designed by her. The sight grabs me by the balls and squeezes.
“If you could stop drooling over my ass, maybe you could show me.”
I meet her gaze, and my smile is slow, maybe even obnoxious. “Is that what you think I was doing?” I ask, even though it’s exactly what I was doing, but I can’t let her know that. And for some twisted reason, I like watching her fall off her high horse, and lose control of her game.
She opens her mouth, and closes it again. Shaky hands swipe her hair back, and under the bright floodlights embarrassment rushes over her face, turning her cheeks that pretty shade of pink I like so much. “I didn’t mean to suggest—”
“I’m pretty sure you were suggesting that I want you. Rest assured, Londyn. You’ve been hired as my companion, and that does not include bedroom duties.”
“Good, because I’m not a prostitute.”
“No, not a prostitute, but you have sold out before,” I state. She flinches at the dig. I instantly feel like a grade-A prick.
Her shaky hand grips the handrail leading to the front door. “Cason...” she begins, her voice quieter, but I’m done dredging up memories. We both know what happened in the past, and we have two weeks to get through, so for the time being it’s best we leave the past in the past.
“Your room,” I say and sweep my hand toward the door.
“Right.” She turns and her steps are swift as she climbs the stairs. “Your villa is beautiful,” she says, and I open the front door.
“Thank you.”
“How long have you lived here?”
We step inside, and I get it, she’s making small talk, wants to start fresh. Considering our history, I’m not sure it’s possible, but I’m exhausted, and the fight is slowly draining out of me.
“I bought it a few years back.”
I set her bags on the floor as she begins an exploration, taking in the living room, the dining room that never gets used, the kitchen with every high-end appliance a person could want and lastly my den.
She turns back to me, and her throat sounds as she swallows. “You did really well for yourself, Cason...”
I wait a second, wait for her to add the words, despite me, but they never come. Her smile is genuine, and holds all kinds of warmth as her eyes meet mine, and I soften a little more. What the hell is it about this woman that brings me to my knees so easily?
Keep it together, Cason.
“Thanks,” I finally say.
“How’s Peyton?”
I smile as I think of my sister. “She’s doing well. She’s applied for a teaching job in Malta.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. Good for her.”
“Only problem is it’s a small community with certain values, meaning they don’t hire single female teachers. She’d have to be married. It’s not the law, the marriage bar was lifted years ago, but behind the scenes it’s still practiced.”
“Wow, I never heard of that before.”
“Not in North America, but it’s different in other countries.”
“Sometimes in North America people want you married, too.” I narrow my eyes at her and she continues with, “What’s she going to do?”
“She swears she’s not interested in marriage, so I guess she’s going to pretend for a while. Once they see she’s good at what she does, perhaps her marital status won’t matter. That’s what she’s hoping for, anyway. It’s her dream job and she’s so good with kids even though she doesn’t want any herself.” Londyn nods, and I say, “Do you remember Rylee Jenkins?”
“I do. She was dating your friend Sebastian Marshall, right?”
“Yep, they’re married now.”
