11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
ANGIE
I did not want to see Wyatt, but I was not about to let what happened the night before stop me from doing my job either. I refused to give this up over some playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants and thought he was God’s gift to women.
To be honest, I was madder at myself for letting him affect me the way he did than I was at his actions. I should’ve known better. But I wouldn’t let it happen again. That was for damn sure.
I stomped through the suite and headed into the kitchen to start coffee. My feet stuck to the floor as I froze when a note on the center island caught my eye. I hesitated. Did I care what he had to say?
Who was I kidding? Of course I cared. It’s why I was still so angry—because a large part of me really thought there was something between us. More than only mutual attraction. That I affected him just as much as he did me. When he gripped the towel, I was so close to jumping into bed with him and possibly ruining how hard I’d worked to get here. I’d never done anything so stupid in my life, especially because of a guy. I wanted so badly to hear that he felt this thing between us too. But I wasn’t na?ve enough to believe that was what the note said. I could only hope.
After taking a calming breath, I stepped closer and picked up the paper.
I’m so sorry about last night. Nothing I can say would justify my actions. I shouldn’t have crossed that line with you knowing I’m only good for a night. I don’t do relationships, and letting anything happen between us like I did last night wasn’t fair to you. I can’t apologize enough.
You’re my employee, and that was another line I should have never crossed. In just three days, you’ve impressed me. I can see now why my grandmother hired you. I understand if you decide you can’t stay, but I’m hoping that isn’t the case. I left early this morning for Boston. I think that’s for the best for the time being. I’ll be back on Wednesday. Steven knows to call me if anything comes up that needs my attention.
-Wyatt
With my breath still lodged in my throat, I skimmed over the note again. I had so many conflicting emotions.
I appreciated his honesty, but I wished he would have waited and said all of this to me.
Maybe he wasn’t sure I’d listen. I’d stormed off after he pulled away. Did the fact that he let his guard down enough to kiss me mean he felt this insane connection between us too? Or was I reading into things that weren’t there?
I didn’t know what to make of any of it. At least I had a couple of days to get my thoughts and feelings in line before I had to see him again. And to figure out where I was going to stay, because, obviously, staying in this suite with him was no longer an option.
The day went quickly, and by early afternoon, the wedding guests had all left. I tried not to think about Wyatt and the way I’d felt when he kissed me. The way he’d made me feel sexy and desired, something I wasn’t used to. I was struggling to understand why he’d kissed me if he had no intentions of letting it go farther.
Why did he believe he was only good for a night? Granted, I didn’t really know him, but in just a few days, he’d made me feel more worthy than any man ever had. He seemed kind, giving, and observant to small details like what I was drinking and that I enjoyed sitting out on the balcony. Maybe he struggled to be faithful. Although that idea didn’t sit right, either. He was so appalled at the thought of the groom checking out my breasts on Friday.
By the time I stepped back into the suite after a full day on my feet, I wished he was here to sit on the balcony with me and eat like we had the first two nights.
With my carry-out food from downstairs in my hand, I made my way out on the balcony. Between bites, I worried my bottom lip between my teeth and glanced at my phone before finally setting my fork down and picking it up. I pulled up Wyatt’s number and typed out a message.
Me: Got your note.
Three dots appeared immediately and disappeared. I waited, holding my breath until the three dots showed again and a message popped up.
Wyatt: Good.
I sighed and tried again. To the point, I reminded myself.
Me: You didn’t have to leave.
Wyatt: Yes, I did.
Me: Why?
Wyatt: Obviously I can’t be trusted to keep my distance from you. So the only thing I could think of was putting miles between us.
Me: That’s ridiculous.
Wyatt: I agree. I should have better self-control.
Me: *eye roll* Not what I meant.
Me: We have to eventually learn to work together, so your solution is only a Band-Aid.
Wyatt: I never planned to live in Starlight Bay. Boston has been my home since college. In a couple of weeks, when you’ve moved into your apartment and feel comfortable, I’ll run the business side of things from here while you manage the daily stuff there.
Wait, what? My shoulders sank as a mixture of sadness and anger hit me. Although I had no right to be either. He’d made it clear he didn’t want anything other than a professional relationship. I needed to respect that.
I looked down as another message came through.
Wyatt: Please stay in the suite until your apartment is ready. I only plan on being there a day or two in the coming weeks and I have no issue staying in a regular room.
Me: I’m not kicking you out of your place.
Wyatt: 1. You’re not. I offered.
Wyatt: 2. You need the space more than I do.
Wyatt: 3. It’s the least I can do after making you start the job early and then crossing the line with you.
Me: Jesus. Martyr much?
Me: You realize I didn’t try to stop you, right?
Me: I’m just as much to blame. Did you miss the fact that I was eager and willing???
Me: I probably would have let you fuck me if you hadn’t stopped it.
Wyatt: Angie. Please.
Me: Please what?
Me: Don’t tell the truth?
Me: Fine. I’ll lie if that’s what you want.
Me: You’re a horrible kisser. Worst I’ve ever had. My pussy didn’t throb and drip for you. I hated it. You’re the biggest asshole. Greedy, mean. A total rake.
I slammed my phone down on the table. What an idiot. Somehow that didn’t change the fact that I wished he was here.
After my last text was met with silence, I decided to head to bed. Not sure what I thought my outburst would achieve. But God, he made me mad with the martyr shit he was hung up on.
But with the list of things I had to take care of tomorrow, stressing about my idiot boss couldn’t be one of them.