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“Not ironic so much as shocking. You’re an incredible woman, Kayley.” I mean that sincerely.
“Why, thank you.” She gives me a flirty smile that makes my pants feel too tight.
“If I had to pick your drink, I’d guess champagne,” I tell her. “Bubbly, classic.”
“Interesting. I don’t object to either label. Now where the hell is this duck? I’m ready for dessert. I want to make sure I didn’t dream last night.”
“It was very, very real.” I slide my hand over hers and caress her soft skin with my thumb. “Last night redefined dessert for me,” I say in a low voice.
“Is it tacky to get duck to go?” Kayley asks.
“It’s only tacky if you care, and I don’t care.” At all. I have a green light from Kayley and I’m hitting the gas pedal. “I can go out to the lobby and get us a room now.”
“I have a better idea,” she says. “I had a cancellation at my resort. I thought it would be fun for us to stay there tonight. It’s always a great opportunity for me to get in the shoes of my guests and see what a stay is like, see if I can improve their experience in any way.”
Suspicion pricks at the back of my mind. I can’t see what Kayley would gain from having me at her resort, but as a billionaire, I’ve been the target of enough schemes to retain a hint of caution. And the Shinglepuss business has me on edge.
But I truly can’t imagine what her angle would be, so I’m going to trust Kayley simply wants to experience her resort and my cock at the same time.
I’d be a fucking idiot to argue with that.
“Count me in,” I say. “Literally.”
Kayley giggles. “Did I mention the room has a hot tub?”
I raise my eyebrows, envisioning a naked and wet Kayley, steam rising around her gorgeous face, her tits buoyantly tempting me among the bubbles from the jets.
My arm shoots up the air. “Check, please.”
ChapterEight
KAYLEY
I’m killing it with the seduction part of my plan.
Bran looks ready to sweep our plates off the table and lay me out like a party spread right here in the middle of The Stone Mallard.
The second part, where I’m supposed to be convincing Bran to give up his claim to the property is not goingquiteas well. I’ve barely tried to state my case. If anything, I’m avoiding the topic as much as possible.
It’s his fault for being so sexy and adorable and intriguing. He doesn’t act like an entitled billionaire and the way his face lit up when I called him “Uncle Bran” just about made my ovaries explode. I want to lock him in my resort and ride out the rest of the winter on his cock.
In minutes, we’re on the way to Aspen Heights in Bran’s SUV, our dinner packed into to-go containers and resting carefully on the back seat. The duck is going to have to wait until after we’ve had sex. After so many months of celibacy, I’m behind on my orgasms and last night proved Bran can get the job done.
Then, over dinner I can discuss potential properties that could work just as well for Bran’s community park, if not better, then Shinglepuss’s land.
Sex, duck, discuss.
It’s a brilliant plan.
“I’ll give you the five-dollar tour later,” I say as I use my master key to swipe for entrance through the back of the resort. I don’t want to run in to any employees who might need my opinion on something or have an opinion of their own about me staying in the honeymoon suite with a Ratcliffe brother. “Right this way.”
Bran follows me, glancing around curiously. “I can’t believe I’ve never been here other than to drop my brother off on New Year’s Eve. From what I’ve seen, it’s impressive, Kayley. Very cool and on trend.”
“Thank you. This place is my baby and I take a lot of pride in it.” I pause outside the honeymoon suite and remind myself to keep my eye on the prize. An orgasm lasts a few seconds, but a legacy lasts a lifetime. “Which is why I want to expand to reach its full potential.” I give him a brilliant smile.
“I walked into that one, didn’t I?” he asks wryly.
“It just means I can take a compliment.” I push the door open and extend an arm. “After you.”
