Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Fair enough. If the Miami guys are anything like the ones back home, they’ve got well-earned reputations for their conquests of the housekeeping staff. At least Connor doesn’t seem to be pissed at me for flashing my junk. “I thought you said she was nice.”
“You didn’t think that was nice?”
Jackass. “When did you tell her I’d be moving in?”
“When she left for her morning jog.”
I level him with a glare.
Still grinning, he nods toward my bedroom. “Come on. We gotta go.”
3. Ryan
Icrack open my bedroom door and pause to listen before venturing into the hall.
They’re gone.
Thank God they’re gone.
The wood floor creaks beneath my feet as I step over the towel.
My towel, that’s been rubbed all over some guy’s ass crack. Now I’ll have to burn it. Or, at the very least, soak it in a vat of bleach.
“You really suck sometimes, Connor!” I growl into the empty living room. How could he spring this on me? A thirty-minute warning is all I get after living here for three years?
To be fair, the big oaf knew I’d complain, that I’d demand a say, and never in a million years would I have agreed to one of Wolf’s grounds guys moving in. I work in the hotel’s administration. I see—and hear—enough to know what they’re like.
Case in point—the guy has already exposed himself within five minutes of an introduction! And now I have to share a bathroom and a wall with this … this … obscenely attractive flasher.
My cheeks burn anew with the image of his body scorched onto my brain. Why couldn’t he have a pot belly and a coat of fur, instead of that eight-pack and pristine V-cut pelvis? I know why. Because my scamp of a brother had to find a partner in crime for his scandalous lifestyle.
“Ugh!” With a heavy groan, I barge into the bathroom, the remnants of steam from Ronan’s shower lingering in the air and fogging up the mirror. A gob of toothpaste smears the porcelain sink, and the counter looks like it was half submerged in water. What did he do, bathe in the basin?
“It’s okay, Ryan. It’s all going to be fine. Just breathe.” I coach myself through several long deep inhales and exhales, as tears of anger and frustration prick my eyes. Today was already lining up to be horrible, given last night’s unexpected breakup with David.
I still can’t believe it’s over.
Is it because I told him I loved him last week?
That painful lump in my throat flares. I considered calling in sick to work while on my jog but talked myself out of it. Distraction is key.
Peeling off my sweat-soaked running clothes, I throw open the shower curtain.
And make a strangled sound.
4. Ronan
“Of course we’re gonna work together!” Connor exclaims, as if any idea otherwise would be crazy.
Charlie, my new supervisor, no doubt strong but with a thick layer of cushion to disguise muscle, frowns up at me from behind his desk in the maintenance office. “You sure you want to put up with him all day? It’s already bad enough that you have to live with him.”
I chuckle. “I’ll survive.”
“All right. You two are stuck with each other, then. You’re on trash today.” His slate-blue eyes roll over my stubbled jaw. “Is this the beginning of a new look, or were you two out too late last night to shave?”
Fuck. Not fifteen minutes in and I’m already getting grilled. “Which answer do you want?”
He smirks. “The one that means I don’t have to cite you for breaking the conduct code. I’ll give you a pass today because you just came in from the Midwest and they’re lax up there. But make sure you come in clean-shaven next week. Besides, the hipster thing wouldn’t suit you.”
“Yes, sir.”
We’re almost out the door when Charlie hollers, “And trash duty on the beach does not take four hours, fellas.”
Connor offers an innocent look that’s as fake as a three-dollar bill. “Never, boss. Two hours, tops.”
“Uh-huh.” Charlie buries his nose in his paperwork again, not buying the act for a second, but not reprimanding us further. I get the impression Connor is one of those guys who gets away with a lot of things he shouldn’t get away with.
I’m not one of those guys. “Okay. So, where do we start? Parking lot? Kitchen?” If this place is anything like the Wolf back in Indianapolis, management is extra vigilant about keeping those areas clear of rodent-attracting debris.
Connor checks his watch. “If we hurry, we’ll catch the last half of the women’s volleyball practice on the beach.” He sighs. “And let me tell you, it’s a beautiful sight.”
“This isn’t gonna take long, is it?” Connor grumbles. Our heavy footfalls echo along the corridor in the employee-only area. The Wolf hotel chain may be ritzy, but they’ve saved their building budget for the parts that guests see. It’s beige walls and dim lights here.