“Urgghhhhhhh.”
She was a hot mess!
8
VERY SELECTIVE
“Ididn’t think I was going to hear from you,” Warren said when he opened the door to his room.
It’d been over two hours since he’d talked to Hunter and he was losing hope and figured he completely wasted his time.
“Sorry,” Emma said. “It was over an hour before I even knew I had the message. I don’t have my phone on me often.”
“It seems as if mine is never from my sight,” he said. “Though I don’t look at it that much because it goes off all the time.”
“The same,” she said. “No. That’s wrong. It’s mostly family and they know I don’t reply quickly. Are you going to let me in or do you not want to be alone with me?”
“Oh,” he said, moving back. He was captivated by her damp brown hair falling past her shoulders, her face was scrubbed clean of any makeup and there was a fresh scent of something coming off of her.
Not perfume, but maybe a mixture of soap or hair product.
“Can I ask why you sought me out?” she asked.
She moved into the room, her jean shorts not hiding a lot of her toned legs. The lavender T-shirt she was wearing had somecartoon face on it, and she had purple and white sneakers on her feet.
She reminded him of Stacy in high school. Only the woman in front of him had to be close to thirty, he was guessing.
Maybe he was wrong.
He knew nothing about her other than her first name since no one knew who she was at the bar.
But Hunter knew who she was, so that was something.
After he’d requested to talk to the owner about Emma, he realized how stupid that was. The guy would have had to go to HR or something. Someone like him didn’t know all the staff that came and went in the resort.
“I’m trying to figure that out myself,” he said.
She angled her head. “You’ve been here a few days trying to figure it out?”
“You know how long I’ve been here?” he asked.
“Hunter told me,” she said. “Don’t worry. He only gave me your phone number as you requested. I wanted your room number, but he told me no.”
Which would explain why Emma texted him five minutes ago she was in the lobby if he wanted to talk and to say where they could meet.
That stunned him, but he was thrilled that she came to him instead of calling.
“Hunter called you himself?” he asked.
“He did,” she said. “I’ll get to that in a minute. Maybe. We’ll see. I guess it depends on the reason you wanted to see me again. If it’s because you think I’m a good time you can roll around in bed with, the answer would be yes, I am. But that is not going to happen either.”
She’d stunned him with those words.
She was smirking while she said it. “It’s not?” he asked.
The two of them were standing in his room. He didn’t even have the manners to offer her a seat.
“Not tonight,” she said. “No one knows what the future holds. I guess it depends on how you answer my questions.”
