“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.”
Beside him, Wyatt felt Cassie stiffen.
“Lorna. How nice to see you,” Cassie said rigidly, rising to a more seated position.
Lorna stood in a teeny tiny bikini with just a sheer scarf tied around her waist. The bikini was more string than fabric. It was meant to be sexy, but somehow Wyatt found Cassie's swimsuit far more appealing.
“I see you're still slumming it with the help,” Lorna said, pointedly ignoring Wyatt.
“It's actually none of your business,” Cassie told her.
“I thought there was a rule that the staff wasn't to be with guests,” Lorna said, tapping a finger against her chin. “At least that's what James said.”
Wyatt's blood ran cold for a moment. If James heard about this, Wyatt would be fired in an instant. While he didn't need the job for money, he liked working here. He didn't want to have to find a new resort and start over again. Hiding his identity and getting hired was tedious and something he didn't want to have to do again. Short of finding out his true identity, this was the worst thing that could happen.
Lorna saw him react and she smiled. She knew his weakness now.
“It really is none of your business,” Cassie repeated. “Keep walking, and I'll see you at the wedding.”
Cassie lay back down, pushing her sunglasses firmly onto her face, and forcing herself to relax. Wyatt could feel the tension radiating off of her, but he tried to do the same.
Lorna scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking away. She looked back once and smiled when she saw Wyatt looking. It made Wyatt blush and tense at the same time. She kept walking, but she swung her hips so much Wyatt was half afraid she was going to pop her femurs out of her hip sockets.
The woman had an attractive body, but that was where the beauty ended. Lorna was walking trouble and strife.
“You okay?” Wyatt asked Cassie once Lorna was out of earshot.
Cassie glanced down the beach and sighed. “Yeah.”
“She sure knows how to kill the mood,” Wyatt remarked.
Cassie chuckled and then turned and smiled at him. “I should probably go get ready anyway. It's just about time.”
He leaned over and surprised her with a kiss.
When he pulled back, her eyes fluttered, and she drew her lower lip into her mouth. “Wow.”
It was a nice boost to his ego that he could do that to her with just a kiss.
She looked up at him, her big brown eyes swallowing him whole. “You're still coming to the wedding, right? As my guest?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
She grinned. “Okay. I'll see you in two hours.”
She got up and started walking away before turning to look at him one last time. She grinned and winked, then sashayed her hips like Lorna had done. Only, Cassie made it look sexy as hell.
He watched her go until he couldn't see her anymore. Then he sighed and left the chair. It wasn't a good idea for him to just lounge on company property. He walked along the beach, thinking about what he should wear to the wedding.
He was hesitating on what to wear. Lorna had noticed his designer shirt. He didn't want a repeat of that or really anything that would out him as someone more than a simple man. Unfortunately, that meant he needed to purchase a new shirt. He only had work shirts, beach shirts, and expensive shirts.
The gift shop near the beach sold clothing. He knew there were shirts that the resort sold to tourists who had forgotten or lost their clothing. It had bright Hawaiian style prints as well as subdued linen shirts appropriate for a wedding. He'd sent many a guest with lost luggage to buy their shirts there.
Now it was his turn. He wandered into the shop and began to browse. He skipped the colorful prints and decided on a simple light gray linen shirt. It would look nice with a pair of his work slacks. He would fit in with the wedding crowd.
“Do you want to use your employee discount?” the shop clerk asked him. He looked up in surprise and realized that it was Bree, the store manager. Someone must have called in sick for her to have to work the checkout line. She usually worked in an office near the lobby bar.
“Um, sure.” He fumbled with his wallet, wondering when the last time he'd ever used an employee discount was. He could have bought the whole store without even hurting one of his bank accounts, but it didn't hurt to keep up appearances.