“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
“Tessa, you’re the classic Miss Goody Two-Shoes. You can’t lie. Now, spill.”
I shook my head.
“Tell me,” Allie demanded.
I folded like a wet noodle. “I kissed him.”
Her mouth dropped open. “In the basement?”
“Yes.” My voice dropped. “But it wasn’t the first time.”
“What?” Allie squeaked.
I closed my eyes. “So, it turns out, Ro was at the masquerade.” I opened my eyes and stared at my friend.
Allie’s dark brows winged up. “Ro? You have a nickname for him?”
“It’s the name he prefers.”
It took her a second, then she gasped. “Your mystery man, with whom you had earth-shattering sex, and who gave you three orgasms was Ambrose Langston. Your boss.”
“He’s not my boss. Exactly. He’s like my boss’ boss’ boss’ boss.”
“He’s the man who holds the fate of our hotel in his hands.”
I pressed my hands to my face. “Yes.”
“Holy fuck. You fucked Ambrose Langston.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Yes, that about sums it up.”
“Wow, I’d expect Sierra to do something like this, but not you.”
“Allie.”
“Hey.” She hugged me. “It’s going to be okay.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“I am, but I’m sure it will be.” She pulled a face. “Sierra’s better at this positive, optimistic shit than me.”
“I’m taking him outside this afternoon to continue the tour. To see the outdoor activities and trails. We’ll probably get attacked by a bear.”
My friend gripped my arm and squeezed. “Or have wild sex against a tree.”
I made a sound.
“Okay, take a breath,” she said. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll talk to Sierra and Jazz. We need to move cocktail night up, stat.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“Sure.”
I sighed. “You’re lying.”
“I am. I’m so telling Sierra and Jazz as soon as I can.” She hurried off with a wave.