“He’snota concierge.”
I frowned.
“He’s had training, not military, but something.”
“You think he’s our saboteur?”
“No. He cares about the hotel and staff. I suspect if I read him in on this, he’d be an asset.”
“You just hate not knowing his background.” Caden loved having his finger on the pulse of everything, and knowing more than everyone in the room.
“Yes.” Caden crossed his arms. “There’s nothing in his background check. He’s as clean as a whistle. Too clean.”
“And you think we can trust him?”
“Hell no, but with the saboteur, yes.”
I rose and checked my watch. “Shit, I’m late to meet Tessa.”
He gave me a faint smile. “Go.”
It was quiet in the lobby. It was that time in the afternoon where it was well past checkout time, a little too early for most new guests to be checking in, and current guests were either resting or out doing activities. I saw the bar was doing a brisk business already. The restaurant was between lunch and dinner.
I glanced over and saw Tessa on the other side of the lobby. She was helping a young bellman. She smiled at him, patiently answering whatever questions he was asking. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Mmm, competence was very sexy.
She reached into her small emergency kit, handed the young man something that made him grin, then she patted him on the shoulder.
She turned and spotted me. The smile she sent me was very different to the one she’d given the bellman, and hit me low in the gut.
Temporary, Langston. Don’t forget that.
Chapter17
Tessa
Iled Ro into the great room.
“What exactly have you got planned, Ms. Ashford?”
I smiled at him, then my heart squeezed. We’d only been apart a few hours, but he looked tired. I could see lines bracketing the corners of his mouth and I guessed he had a headache.
“Nothing kinky.”
“That’s a shame. Something in the basement? Or maybe you’ll lock me in a supply cupboard this time?”
I rolled my eyes. “Afternoon tea in one of my favorite spots.”
The table had been set up in the great room as I’d requested. A teapot, coffee plunger, and several plates of baked goods rested on the table between the two armchairs. The chandelier glittered overhead, and the view out the window was beautiful and green.
“Brunch and now afternoon tea. I’ll need to do an extra workout.” As he sat, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and saw another text message.
“Problem?”
“No.” Just my friends blowing up my phone.
OMG, Tessa. You slept with a hot billionaire!!! By accident!!! I need all the details.
That one was from Sierra. She’d sent several other ones, and the amount of exclamation marks she was using was alarming.
