He whirled away from the door. “You’re early. Let me just finish getting ready.”
I closed the door behind me and then took in the view. The other view. The pretty mountainside, not the hot billionaire.Who is your boss, remember?
“I hope you slept well.” I noted he’d ordered room service for breakfast, the remains sitting on the coffee table.
“I did. I had a few late phone calls, but I can’t fault the beds here.” He briskly buttoned his shirt.
The naughty part of my brain mourned. He shrugged into a jacket. His suit today was dark blue. That’s when I noticed a punching bag suspended from the ceiling in the corner of the penthouse living area. I blinked.
“One of Everett’s guys installed it for me this morning. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing is damaged when it’s removed.”
“You box?”
“When I can. I move around a lot, so the bag is easy to take with me.”
“You live out of your hotels?” I tried to imagine what that would be like.
He nodded. “Wherever my latest project is, that’s where I call home. At least temporarily.”
That wasn’t a home. Home was comfort and familiarity, your safe space with all your own things. I knew in theory that living in hotels sounded exciting, but I managed one, and knew how quickly the excitement would wear off.
“Well, I have the first day of our tour planned.”
“Great. I have a video call meeting with the east coast just after lunch.”
I nodded. “I’ll have you back by then.”
See, brisk and professional. I could do this.
He smiled at me. “Excellent. Let’s get started.”
Chapter10
Ro
“We have several two-bedroom family suites. They’re very popular with families coming to ski in the winter.”
Tessa led me out of one of the guest rooms. I already knew the penthouse was spacious and modern. I’d been happy to see the rest of the rooms didn’t look dated. They were tastefully decorated in creams and browns that suited the mountain-lodge feel.
“We get a lot of repeat customers. Not just guests from out of state, but people and families who come to Windward every year. They come for vacations, birthdays, engagements, weddings.”
I stayed silent as we stepped into the elevator. Surprisingly, while Tessa talked a lot, she didn’t waffle. She talked about the resort, and everything was filled with clear knowledge and a love of the property.
The elevator opened and she led me through to the restaurant. Breakfast was finished and the tables gleamed.
“Lunch service will start in a few hours. We have the main restaurant, Summit, and more casual dining in the Slopes Lounge. We also have the bar off the lobby. The Bluff Bar. It does a brisk trade, especially in the winter with the after-ski crowd.”
“Do you ski?”
“Of course. I’m Windward born and bred.”
“Do you get kicked out of town if you don’t hit the slopes?”
Her lips twitched. “Something like that.”
She led me into the great room. I had to admit, the giant stone fireplace made a statement.
A look crossed Tessa’s face and I couldn’t look away. “This is my favorite room in the hotel.”
