Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)

The ache in his pants made that a big no. “Room seven-thirty-two.”

She grinned wide and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. This time, it was sweet. Her tongue caressed his for only a second before she pulled back with a grin.

“I'm going to hold you to it,” she told him, taking a step down the dock.

“I certainly hope you do.” He grinned at her.

She did an adorable little happy wiggle before turning and heading down the dock. Her friend from earlier appeared and motioned to her. The other woman looked down the dock and gave him an appraising look before the two of them left.

He let out a long sigh. He missed her kisses already. He wished his shift was already over so that he could find her and finish what they'd started on the beach. Although, he had a feeling that even if they had finished on the beach, he would still want her just as much.

She just had that effect on him.

Chapter Eight

Wyatt

The jet-ski guy was not pleased with Wyatt for being so late. Luckily, it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little bit of money and a promise to never do it again. It was a false promise, and they both knew it. Wyatt always did it again.

Wyatt headed back down the path through the pool area toward the employee locker room. There, he would change into his dark polo shirt and khaki slacks work outfit and head to the bar for his upcoming shift.

His phone chirped in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a message from his boss.

Scheduling change. See the front desk.

Wyatt groaned. Scheduling changes were never good. It usually meant he had to change to the pool bar. He liked working at the tiki bar or the lobby. He didn't like working the pool bar nearly as much because all his tips came back wet. He didn't need the tips, but carrying wet money around was never pleasant.

He veered from his course, changing direction to head to the front desk rather than the employee area. He cut through one of the hotel's lush gardens and walked quickly past pools filled with relaxing guests. A couple of women peeked over dark sunglasses and smiled at him.

Wyatt just kept walking. Any other day, he would have stopped and winked. Today, his thoughts were on Cassie. The way her dark hair caught the sunlight. The slight flush her cheeks took when she was excited.

He hoped to see her excited again soon.

The front lobby was empty. Wyatt walked up to the main desk and looked around, not seeing any employees. He frowned, checked his watch, and looked around again. The workers were probably helping a guest. He peered over the desk, looking for a note about his scheduling change.

That's when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. This was how a rabbit felt when a hawk circled overhead.

“They're getting me some champagne,” a woman's voice said from behind him.

Wyatt slowly turned to see an attractive woman lick her lips at him. She was too perfect to be real. Her boobs were too big, her waist too narrow, her nose too perfect, and her hair too big. She was beautiful in a plastic kind of way. It made him appreciate Cassie's natural beauty even more.

“Ah,” he said, glancing at his watch again.

The woman took a step closer. “The chocolate covered strawberries are already up in my room.”

Wyatt swallowed hard. “That's nice.”

The woman ran a finger down his chest. “That's a great shirt. You must work out,” she murmured, sidling in close to him. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him through fake eyelashes.

Wyatt took a s

tep back.

“Ma'am, I just work here.” Usually, he called customers “miss” rather than “ma'am.” The older women appreciated the gesture that he thought they were younger than they were. Here, he used ma'am intentionally.

“Oh, don't ma'am me. You can call me Lorna. And you definitely don't look like you work here. Not with that shirt,” Lorna replied, fluttering her eyelashes. She flattened her palm against his chest and started to head south. She grinned at him like she was about to give him a tremendous gift.

He grabbed her wrist as she passed his naval. “Ma'am, this is inappropriate. I work here,” he repeated, gently pulling her hand from his waist.