Sarah.” His voice somehow managed to make anyone’s name sound sexy. When was the last time he said her name?
Sarah beamed. “So once I heard Simon was coming with you, I had to make sure you had your privacy. You’re coming to the Blowout, aren’t you, Simon?”
Of course Sarah would want the most in-demand consultant in the city to be at the Blowout. Simon West truly was a good catch , thought Grace. Why did that only make her more grumpy? “So Andre’s not staying here?” she squeaked out.
“Oh no. I know both of you are workaholics, so the little bit of downtime you have, I want you to enjoy together. The weather is supposed to be gorgeous this weekend. Now, I’ll be right at the main house if you need anything. Don’t hesitate to call or stop by. Now I’ll let you two settle in,” she said with a wink at Grace.
Heat crept up Grace’s cheeks as she stepped aside for the woman. The half a dozen or so times she’d stayed here with Andre, Sarah had never once told Grace to come up to the main house if she needed anything. She had the head butler’s cellphone on speed dial for that very reason.
No. This was Simon. No wonder he was so spoiled. The rich elite of the city bent backwards to make him comfortable.
“I can’t believe it,” she muttered once Sarah was out of earshot.
“So which bedroom is yours?” Simon let her go and pushed open the screen door.
Grace shook her head as she followed him in and let Princess off the leash. The cottage was a beautiful, modern home. The side facing the beach was floor to ceiling windows, and the open living and kitchen area was filled with light. The entertainment center was located in a smaller basement, which kept the light from reflecting off the television, and the two bedrooms were pretty equal in size.
“I normally take the one on the right.” She walked past Simon to set her purse in her room, thereby not giving him a chance to take it.
He walked between the two rooms, glanced in both before he moved to stand in her doorway. “So you get the big bed then?”
“I’m the boss. The boss gets the big bed.”
Simon looked her over. “You’re not my boss,” he pointed out.
“You’re my consultant. That makes me your boss.”
“You owe me. That makes me your boss.”
Grace stared him down, trying to decide whether he was messing with her or whether he really wanted the bigger bed. The slight grin said playing, but his big frame taking up the doorway definitely said he was serious. For a brief moment, her mind flashed with all the things she could do to him in that big bed…
She took a deep breath. No wonder Sarah was all giggly over him. The man was walking sex. Sure, his normal business attire was attractive, but the full force of that masculine body shown off by a tight T-shirt and perfectly fitting jeans was way too much for a mortal woman to bear.
“You can’t have this room,” she said firmly as she crossed her arms over her chest.
He tilted his head toward her in defeat. “If you say so.”
She stared at his muscular back as he walked away, half expecting him to turn around and put up more of a fight. When was the last time he hadn’t gotten his way?
As soon as he was out of sight, she shut the door, thankful for the privacy. She needed to unpack and then get Andre back here. It was great that Sarah thought she was doing her a favor and all, but this wasn’t a vacation for her. She and Andre had fifteen thousand things to take care of before Saturday, and she needed him with her.
After seeing that Andre hadn’t called, she left him a quick voicemail to head to the cottage as soon as he could. When she left the bedroom to grab her oversized bag from the back of Simon’s Cadillac, she found it right outside her bedroom door. She looked around to thank Simon, but didn’t see him anywhere.
Grace tightened her lips. Just pretend he isn’t there, she told herself. It was almost noon and she had to confirm all the vendors,
Sarah beamed. “So once I heard Simon was coming with you, I had to make sure you had your privacy. You’re coming to the Blowout, aren’t you, Simon?”
Of course Sarah would want the most in-demand consultant in the city to be at the Blowout. Simon West truly was a good catch , thought Grace. Why did that only make her more grumpy? “So Andre’s not staying here?” she squeaked out.
“Oh no. I know both of you are workaholics, so the little bit of downtime you have, I want you to enjoy together. The weather is supposed to be gorgeous this weekend. Now, I’ll be right at the main house if you need anything. Don’t hesitate to call or stop by. Now I’ll let you two settle in,” she said with a wink at Grace.
Heat crept up Grace’s cheeks as she stepped aside for the woman. The half a dozen or so times she’d stayed here with Andre, Sarah had never once told Grace to come up to the main house if she needed anything. She had the head butler’s cellphone on speed dial for that very reason.
No. This was Simon. No wonder he was so spoiled. The rich elite of the city bent backwards to make him comfortable.
“I can’t believe it,” she muttered once Sarah was out of earshot.
“So which bedroom is yours?” Simon let her go and pushed open the screen door.
Grace shook her head as she followed him in and let Princess off the leash. The cottage was a beautiful, modern home. The side facing the beach was floor to ceiling windows, and the open living and kitchen area was filled with light. The entertainment center was located in a smaller basement, which kept the light from reflecting off the television, and the two bedrooms were pretty equal in size.
“I normally take the one on the right.” She walked past Simon to set her purse in her room, thereby not giving him a chance to take it.
He walked between the two rooms, glanced in both before he moved to stand in her doorway. “So you get the big bed then?”
“I’m the boss. The boss gets the big bed.”
Simon looked her over. “You’re not my boss,” he pointed out.
“You’re my consultant. That makes me your boss.”
“You owe me. That makes me your boss.”
Grace stared him down, trying to decide whether he was messing with her or whether he really wanted the bigger bed. The slight grin said playing, but his big frame taking up the doorway definitely said he was serious. For a brief moment, her mind flashed with all the things she could do to him in that big bed…
She took a deep breath. No wonder Sarah was all giggly over him. The man was walking sex. Sure, his normal business attire was attractive, but the full force of that masculine body shown off by a tight T-shirt and perfectly fitting jeans was way too much for a mortal woman to bear.
“You can’t have this room,” she said firmly as she crossed her arms over her chest.
He tilted his head toward her in defeat. “If you say so.”
She stared at his muscular back as he walked away, half expecting him to turn around and put up more of a fight. When was the last time he hadn’t gotten his way?
As soon as he was out of sight, she shut the door, thankful for the privacy. She needed to unpack and then get Andre back here. It was great that Sarah thought she was doing her a favor and all, but this wasn’t a vacation for her. She and Andre had fifteen thousand things to take care of before Saturday, and she needed him with her.
After seeing that Andre hadn’t called, she left him a quick voicemail to head to the cottage as soon as he could. When she left the bedroom to grab her oversized bag from the back of Simon’s Cadillac, she found it right outside her bedroom door. She looked around to thank Simon, but didn’t see him anywhere.
Grace tightened her lips. Just pretend he isn’t there, she told herself. It was almost noon and she had to confirm all the vendors,
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