development to check the newly laid pipes before switching the water on—the latter he didn’t think was an unreasonable request.
Two days later and he was called over in the middle of the night because part of the development had flooded. The idiots had cracked a pipe when they’d worked on the lower level and now it was flooded under a foot of water. His hands balled into fists as anger clawed its way through his veins, red hot and scorching. It felt like the icing on the cake of a torturous day. There was no way in hell Maria and Antonio would let him buy into the resort now.
He nodded to the night porter who promptly disappeared to the back room to make him coffee. Frederick knew how foul his mood was since he’d been the one to wake Ric earlier. He pulled out his phone to call his site manager to see how the clean-up was going. As he scrolled down to the number, the front doors opened, followed by a gaggle of giggling and whispers which were loud enough to wake the dead.
His gaze flew to the trio and zeroed in on the shortest, yet most eye catching of them all. In ridiculously high heels and what Ric could only describe as a red mini-dress, Alexa hobbled through the entrance, her hand pressed against the wall for support. Ric’s anger boiled over and he rose, left the reception and stalked back across the lobby. His feet didn’t feel so heavy now with adrenaline pumping through him.
‘My feet are dying,’ Alexa complained.
The woman in question bent over so her head was almost in-line with her knees, unknowingly exhibiting a red silk clad rear. Alexa swayed and he picked up pace. He had visions of her tumbling onto the hard floor and knocking herself unconscious—or worse—breaking her neck.
He grabbed her narrow waist and hauled her up. Alexa squeaked then turned her head. Her eyes, too clear for someone intoxicated, grew wide. ‘Ric.’
The other two quit giggling and gaped at him, but he didn’t release Alexa. ‘Glad to see you’re not too far gone that you forgot my name, querida .’
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she pulled her scarlet lips into a pout. The lust flared as he remembered how close he’d been to her in his office, how her rosy nipples had shown through the thin linen blouse, how moist and delicious her lips looked…
Releasing her, he took a step back and scowled. ‘I think now is the perfect time to have that chat.’ He turned to her friends who looked like naughty schoolgirls who’d just been caught doing something taboo. One of them was even trying to hide an open bottle of champagne behind her back. Ric almost smiled. ‘I’ll make sure Alexa gets to her suite safely.’
With a worried look at Alexa, they both backed away and disappeared around the corner where the main elevator was situated. He turned back to her. She frowned at him, one hand on her hip, the other placed flat out on the wall to support her. Her black nail polish contrasted with the white walls.
‘How dare you embarrass me like that!’ Those grey eyes muddied, but he was sure he could see irritation bubbling beneath.
Well, she hadn’t seen irritated yet. ‘We have a meeting early tomorrow. Do you think the owners will want to lease out a yacht to someone who smells like stale alcohol?’
Her eyes burned. ‘I’m on holiday , Ric, what did you expect?’
Ric’s anger boiled his blood. He wanted to tell her to act like an adult, but this was Alexa and he was beginning to learn she did what she pleased. He had to find another way if it killed him.
Alexa met his gaze, a cheeky smirk quirking her lips. ‘Are we done?’
His blood hit scorching. ‘No, we are far from done.’ If he could just figure out how to tame the wild heiress…Ric gritted his teeth.
‘If you’re getting ready to haul me over the coals, we better sit down. My feet died two minutes ago and I swear I’m going to collapse any second.’
He glowered down at the skyscraper heels. What the hell had she been
Two days later and he was called over in the middle of the night because part of the development had flooded. The idiots had cracked a pipe when they’d worked on the lower level and now it was flooded under a foot of water. His hands balled into fists as anger clawed its way through his veins, red hot and scorching. It felt like the icing on the cake of a torturous day. There was no way in hell Maria and Antonio would let him buy into the resort now.
He nodded to the night porter who promptly disappeared to the back room to make him coffee. Frederick knew how foul his mood was since he’d been the one to wake Ric earlier. He pulled out his phone to call his site manager to see how the clean-up was going. As he scrolled down to the number, the front doors opened, followed by a gaggle of giggling and whispers which were loud enough to wake the dead.
His gaze flew to the trio and zeroed in on the shortest, yet most eye catching of them all. In ridiculously high heels and what Ric could only describe as a red mini-dress, Alexa hobbled through the entrance, her hand pressed against the wall for support. Ric’s anger boiled over and he rose, left the reception and stalked back across the lobby. His feet didn’t feel so heavy now with adrenaline pumping through him.
‘My feet are dying,’ Alexa complained.
The woman in question bent over so her head was almost in-line with her knees, unknowingly exhibiting a red silk clad rear. Alexa swayed and he picked up pace. He had visions of her tumbling onto the hard floor and knocking herself unconscious—or worse—breaking her neck.
He grabbed her narrow waist and hauled her up. Alexa squeaked then turned her head. Her eyes, too clear for someone intoxicated, grew wide. ‘Ric.’
The other two quit giggling and gaped at him, but he didn’t release Alexa. ‘Glad to see you’re not too far gone that you forgot my name, querida .’
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she pulled her scarlet lips into a pout. The lust flared as he remembered how close he’d been to her in his office, how her rosy nipples had shown through the thin linen blouse, how moist and delicious her lips looked…
Releasing her, he took a step back and scowled. ‘I think now is the perfect time to have that chat.’ He turned to her friends who looked like naughty schoolgirls who’d just been caught doing something taboo. One of them was even trying to hide an open bottle of champagne behind her back. Ric almost smiled. ‘I’ll make sure Alexa gets to her suite safely.’
With a worried look at Alexa, they both backed away and disappeared around the corner where the main elevator was situated. He turned back to her. She frowned at him, one hand on her hip, the other placed flat out on the wall to support her. Her black nail polish contrasted with the white walls.
‘How dare you embarrass me like that!’ Those grey eyes muddied, but he was sure he could see irritation bubbling beneath.
Well, she hadn’t seen irritated yet. ‘We have a meeting early tomorrow. Do you think the owners will want to lease out a yacht to someone who smells like stale alcohol?’
Her eyes burned. ‘I’m on holiday , Ric, what did you expect?’
Ric’s anger boiled his blood. He wanted to tell her to act like an adult, but this was Alexa and he was beginning to learn she did what she pleased. He had to find another way if it killed him.
Alexa met his gaze, a cheeky smirk quirking her lips. ‘Are we done?’
His blood hit scorching. ‘No, we are far from done.’ If he could just figure out how to tame the wild heiress…Ric gritted his teeth.
‘If you’re getting ready to haul me over the coals, we better sit down. My feet died two minutes ago and I swear I’m going to collapse any second.’
He glowered down at the skyscraper heels. What the hell had she been
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