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I’m not stopping her from dating, but the man who’s lucky enough to take her out sure as shit won’t be an employee at Ace Financial. I couldn't stand seeing her with another man at theoffice while trying to not kick his ass on a daily basis. It would drive me fucking insane.
Whoever she decides to date needs to be far, far away from me. Completely out of sight. Better yet, nonexistent.
It’s been a painful twenty minutes of sitting in complete silence since we got in our rental car. Roxanne is sitting in the passenger seat, gazing out of the window as I drive us to the hotel. I’m glad she’s not paying attention to me because I can’t keep my eyes off her. I keep stealing glances, only seconds at a time so I don’t get caught.
She’s so easy to stare at.
She’s not in her business clothes today, even though I’m wearing my full suit. I decided to let her casual attire pass because we’re traveling and…She looks so fucking hot.
Her midnight-black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, the soft waves falling down the middle of her back. Her delicate arms are crossed beneath her chest, making her tits perk up in the little white t-shirt she’s wearing. Emphasis on the little because each time she moves her arms, I get a glimpse of her smooth, toned stomach. I get to mentally feast on the exposed skin I’ve dreamed about licking and sucking, if only for a second.
She’s wearing black leggings that stick to her skin like latex, allowing me to see every dip and curve of her ass and legs. She’s not wearing much makeup, which I love. Her freckles are more prominent, and her green eyes shine like fresh morning dew.
Pretty doesn't do her justice. Pretty is an insult when it comes to Roxanne Taylor. She’s stunning. Fucking breathtaking. A tornado of onyx and emerald, pulling me into the center with each passing day.
I finally drag my eyes away from her so I can pay attention to the road.
Towering palm trees line the strip as we near our hoteldowntown. I could taste the salty, humid air as soon as we stepped out of the airport. It’s a beautiful, sunny day with temperatures in the low seventies. I’m not a fan of how busy San Diego is, but I have to admit, the weather in this city is unmatched. It’s always perfect, unlike Texas, where it can be freezing one day and scorching hot the next.
Apparently, there's a big conference in the city this weekend, so pretty much every hotel was sold out due to us booking so late. Thankfully, our travel team was able to book a room, which I’m sure Roxanne is going to give me shit about. The room is only booked in my name because administration is under the impression that Roxanne is staying with family while we’re here.
Not gonna lie, I’ve been sweating bullets thinking about the moment Roxanne realizes we only haveoneroom. But at least the booking says it has two beds. It was either share a room with Roxanne or stay in Dallas, which means she would go on her date with Zachary. And there’s no way in hell I was going to allow that to happen. Not in a million years. So tonight, I’ll be sleeping safe and sound with Roxanne in a bed a few feet away from mine.
I’ll fall asleep with a smile on my lips, knowing that Zachary is probably fucking his fist while I’m sleeping next to Roxanne.
“You gonna ignore me all day?” I ask her, breaking the silence as I turn into the hotel’s valet parking drop-off.
Before responding, she tilts her head up while gazing out of the window at the sleek skyscraper we’re staying in. It’s easily one of the tallest buildings in San Diego with a modern, glass exterior. I’m used to staying in hotels like this with Ace Financial, but it’s definitely a first for her.
The sparkle in her eyes dull as she folds her arms over her chest, a scowl knitting her brows together.
“I’m here to take notes, right?” she finally answers, refusing to make eye contact with me. “That doesn't require much talking.”
I don’t have a chance to think of a smart-ass response because a parking attendant walks up to my window, smiling and ready to help. I open the door, leave the keys in the car, and give him my information.
Being the gentleman that I am, I round the back of the car before opening Roxanne’s door for her.
Okay, we all know that’s a load of shit.
I’m the furthest thing from a gentleman, but I don’t need her to be more angry with me than she already is.
“Ms. Taylor,” I hum in a posh accent while holding my hand out for her.
Mykindgesture seems to annoy her because she bypasses my hand and rolls her eyes at me as she steps out of the car. So much for trying to get on her good side.
A bellhop arrives out of nowhere, swiftly taking our luggage and disappearing to place it in our room before we arrive.
Once we’re in the lobby, Roxanne stands off to the side while I check in and get our room keys. I can’t help but peek my head over my shoulder to look at her every few seconds, checking on her like she’s my girlfriend or some shit. Her gaze roams around the lavish lobby, taking in the glossy floors, velvet couches, antique chandeliers, expensive artwork, and cocktail bar stationed in the center of the expansive space.
Roxanne still doesn't mutter a word to me as we take the elevator up the tenth floor. It’s awkward as hell, especially after the elevator incident last week. I can’t think about that kiss without all of the blood in my body rushing straight to my dick. So while we’re in the elevator, I don’t say a word either. I keepmy mouth shut as we walk down the hall, until we’re standing in front of our door.
“Here we are,” I exhale, pulling the key card from my pocket.
Roxanne slowly turns her head towards me. Her brows pinch together in confusion as her eyes narrow to little slits.
“Um, excuse me?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention,” I chuckle nonchalantly, swiping the card and stepping into the room. “We’re sharing a room for the weekend. It was all they had available with such short notice.”
