Chapter 20
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Sophia
The next day, the deliveries just kept coming and coming. They started at 10AM, and by two in the afternoon, I had four enormous arrangements of dahlias. Each was a different vibrant color, and each from a different florist.
Weston had been in the conference room with his team all day, so I hadn’t even had a chance to thank him for the first delivery when he popped his head into my office. I was on the phone and held up a finger, motioning him to come in as I finished my conversation with my father.
“Yes, I’m doing that,” I said. “They know our deadline, and I’m on top of them.”
Weston shut the door behind him and made sure he had my attention as he reached back and twisted the lock. Meanwhile, my father was busy interrogating me about every decision I’d made here at the hotel and the laundry list of things I still had left to do. But his words started to fade away as I watched the man with the devilish smirk walk toward me.
Weston Lockwood was positively sinful. He had a jawline that would make a sculptor weep and eyes that were perpetually undressing me. But it was his crooked, dirty smile that always did me in. He walked behind my desk, leaned his ass against it, and casually started to take off his tie.
“And what about those open lawsuits?” my father snapped. “Has Charles gotten back to you about the potential exposure we have there?”
Weston tugged the tie from his neck and wrapped the ends around his fists.
“Uhhh… Yeah. He sent me an opinion on the slip and fall, but I’m still waiting for his review of the other two suits.”
“There are four lawsuits pending, Sophia!” my father barked. “What are you doing at that hotel? Do I need to be there every day?”
Weston held his hands up—his tie stretched between them. His hooded eyes raked over my body as if contemplating what he might tie up first. Distracted, I’d heard what my father said, but my response capabilities were running in slow motion.
“I think I need to get back on a plane.”
That snapped me out of my haze. I shook my head, turning away from Weston. “No, no. That’s not necessary at all. There’re four suits. I knew that. I just misspoke.”
“I want an update tomorrow morning,” he grumbled.
“Fine. I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.”
As usual, he didn’t bother to say goodbye. The line just went dead. Normally a conversation like that would leave me sitting and stewing, but it was impossible to feel angry with the glint in Weston’s eyes.
I tossed my cell phone on the desk and swiveled in my chair to face him.
“I think you went a little overboard with the flowers.” I smiled.
His eyes focused on my lips. “Have you ever had sex blindfolded?”
Okay, then…guess we aren’t talking about the flower deliveries. I crossed one leg over the other. “No, I haven’t. Have you ever blindfolded anyone?”
He shook his head, which surprised me. “You’ll be the first.”
I arched a brow. “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“How about in public?”
“Does in a car count?”
“That depends. Where was the car parked?”
“In a parking lot at the beach after it was closed.”
Weston grinned. “Then, no. That doesn’t count.”
“What about you? Ever had sex in public?”
“Not while sober.”
As ridiculous as it was, I felt a pang of jealousy. “Well, then you have, and I’m not looking to be another notch on your belt.”
Weston’s grin turned into a full-blown, cocky smirk. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “I’m not jealous.”
“We have a meeting now; otherwise I’d love to argue with you over who’s right and wrong. Or at least prop you up on your desk and eat you out while you try to yank the hair from my scalp.”
Oh… That sounded good.
Weston read my mind and chuckled. “Hold that thought. There’s another problem with the construction, and I told Sam we’d come up to discuss it.”
I should have been disappointed that we had another issue to contend with, but let’s face it, I really just wanted to go deal with whatever it was and come back to pick up where we were leaving off.
I stood. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Weston didn’t move out of my way. Instead, he slipped one hand around my neck and pulled me to him, placing a tender kiss on my lips. “You’re welcome,” he said against my mouth.
“What am I thanking you for?”
“The flowers. And, no, I didn’t go a little overboard. You said you liked them, so you should have them.”
My insides felt all mushy. “That’s sweet. But four deliveries weren’t necessary. The gesture was enough. Though I am looking forward to thanking you for each one.”
“That’s good.” He winked. “Because you have a lot more than four coming.”