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This man is stunning. A long thick brown beard with radiant blue eyes that shine like the summer sky. His hair is shaved on the sides and long on top. It’s pulled back in a man bun, which again, I normally hate, but he’s somehow pulling it off. I’m on team man bun from now on.
His intense blue eyes suddenly dart over to me. I gasp as they narrow.
“Hello,” he says in a deep booming voice as I duck behind the house in a panic.
I close my eyes and curse myself for hiding like a chicken. What’s he going to think of me now?
“Hello, Mr. Wallis,” I say, trying to project a confident tone as I step out from behind the house with my back straight. “I’m the new receptionist, Lauren Hurst.”
He watches me with those intense blue eyes as I walk over. My legs are all shaky, my voice is shaky,everythingis shaky. This man has definitely thrown me off my game.
“Lauren,” he repeats under his breath as he watches me like a lion watching a baby gazelle.
I notice that he doesn’t reach for his shirt. He doesn’t seem to care that he’s half-naked. He just stands there with complete confidence, radiating authority like only a true alpha can.
My thoughts get all jumbled up the closer I get. My stomach is a wreck.
“I’m a…”
It’s like my brain stops working.Why am I here?
Oh yeah! The fire!
Shit, the fire…
I really don’t want to give this gorgeous man bad news. I don’t want to see those sexy lips turn into a frown or see those beautiful blue eyes staring back at me in disappointment.
Like a bandaid, I tell myself.Just rip it off. Give him the bad news and go from there.
“Mr. Wallis,” I say with a deep breath. “I comped the Aspen Suite.”
His eyebrows raise.
“For Mikey Reynolds,” I quickly add. “The lead reviewer forTheLuxury Traveller Magazine. I got him to agree to feature us in an article for the May issue.”
He looks impressed. “How long have you been working for me?”
“Ten days,” I say with a nod. “But there’s more.”
He raises his head and I get flustered all over again. It’s really hard to focus or think clearly with this level of hotness in front of me. No wonder he’s a mountain recluse. Everyone probably turns into babbling idiots in front of him.
“You see the thing is,” I say with a nervous laugh. “I accidentally set fire to the reception area and Mr. Reynolds was watching. Videotaping actually. And it was a whole big thing, so I had to comp another guest’s stay, and there’s a lot of damage, and that review in the May issue I was talking about… It’s probably going to be a bad one.”
My mouth goes all dry and I feel a headache coming on as the bad news sinks in.
“You set my lodge on fire?”
“Not the whole lodge! Just the reception area! Some curtains, the wall, the carpet, that nice painting of the sun setting over the lake. Oh, and the copier, some computers, and one phone got damaged when Mr. Reynolds sprayed the fire extinguisher. He was a little heavy-handed with it.”
“Mr. Reynolds put out the fire?”
I nod as I force out a demented smile. “Yes, he did.”
He looks at me for a long moment. I can’t tell what the heck he’s thinking. He’s showing no emotion on that beautiful face. He would make a heck of a poker player.
“Am I fired?” I blurt out.
“No,” he says in a low voice. “You’re not going anywhere.”
