CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Sutton
My head spins as I walk back to the table and try to fathom what the hell just happened.
The urgency. The ownership. The high of the act when getting caught was a possibility.
But more than anything, it was the look in Callahan’s eyes and the emotion in his voice.
I’m not na?ve to know that a lot of it was jealousy over the fact that he saw me with his brother, but there was something else there. Something more.
Wanting there to be an us.
And after thinking I screwed things up last night with my oversharing, I’ll gladly take it. Gladly take him.
I’m on a high. From the sex. From his admission. From finally knowing there is in fact, something between us.
Now, if I can only make it through this dinner with Ledger without him knowing anything that happened over the past seven minutes.
“Ledger. Sorry. A staff member pulled me away on the way to the restroom to ask a question.” I offer a polite smile as I sit down, my thighs still quivering from Callahan.
“Nothing serious, I hope.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“You sure? You look flushed.”
My laugh is tinged with nerves. So much for trying to hide it. “Yes, I’m fine. I had to jog over to my office real quick and grab a key. Someone lost theirs and—” I shake my head. “You know what? It’s not important. It’s taken care of and I’m back.” I offer a smile and hope it looks genuine.
He eyes me for a moment and then nods. “Okay. So where were we? We finished talking about the new offerings you want to add to the schedule, the change in marketing, which looks incredible, by the way.”
“Thank you.” His praise makes my smile widen. “We contracted the firm today to get going on the esthetic overhaul as well.”
“I agree with your choice on them. Their design ideas were classic yet fresh. It will definitely add to the overall visual appeal of the resort when the remodel is done.”
“Agreed. What else? The staff. The employees. Getting their compensation packages and contracts sorted out,” I say.
“And do we have it sorted yet?”
“We’ve gotten a first draft of an employee contract from your team, and it’s currently being negotiated. It’s one of our last must-have-completed items before we leave the site.”
“And it’s going well? The negotiations and whatnot?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I repeat.
“Good.” He nods. “That’s always good to hear. Roz was right, then. We do have the right woman for the job.”
If only you knew . . .