She didn’t like him having access to her room. Thankfully the door had a deadbolt and a chain. She’d use those whenever they were in here. It wasn’t like they had much of value, especially anything that a classy guy like Cal would want.
Dragging her eyes from the depth of his blue gaze, she glanced around the room and gasped. It was a huge suite with a kitchen, living room, and what looked to be two bedrooms. The windows overlooked the pool and the ocean beyond. Sliding glass doors opened onto balconies in the main area and master suite. The woodwork and slate in the kitchen were probably worth more than her entire house. Plush rugs covered the hardwood floor in the living room. The decorations were fun—beach paraphernalia that really fit with the vacation feel. She could live here forever. “This is too much,” she protested quietly. “Taz isn’t even hurt.”
“Enjoy.” He smiled and walked off down the hallway.
“We can’t accept this.” She followed him back out.
His dimples were on fine display as he saluted her. “Just try to resist me.”
“Oh!”Dang this man. Was he talking about the room or…
Taz ran through the living area, heading straight for the closest balcony with a whoop. Haley rushed after him to make sure he didn’t flip off of it. She noticed a huge gift basket with treats and drinks on the table. Whoever this Cal guy was and whatever his intentions were, she needed to be very, very careful.
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He’d told her his first name. Johnson couldn’t remember the last time anyone besides his mother had called him by his first name and here he’d shared it with a near stranger. Even his closest friends called him Johnson. He stared out the window of his office, not really seeing the beach and ocean beyond, but the exquisitely beautiful woman with her long, dark curls and those intriguing green eyes with gold flecks in them. He liked those eyes a lot. Her beauty made him think of an Egyptian princess. She looked fit and was about average height. He liked the mix of responsible mom and spicy girl he’d gotten a glimpse of.
Cal had to admit he’d gone a little overboard upgrading her to a suite close to his own rooms, trying to comp her room, giving her money for room service and spa treatments, and sending up a gift basket. Hopefully she wouldn’t think he was too forward. He’d also let her believe he was a security guy or maybe a manager of sorts. Why didn’t he want her to know he was the owner? Usually women were impressed by that, but he sensed she wasn’t his typical date.
Smiling, he thought about her little boy. What a cute kid. He’d only seen the end of his tumble down the stairs, but it was enough to make him want to make everything right for them. Maybe that was why he’d done so much for them. He thought of Haley’s beautiful eyes and smooth olive skin. Maybe there were other reasons.
At least Taz wasn’t injured in the fall. Johnson really needed to do something about another elevator. The classic one was cool, but Taz wasn’t the first child to be scared by it and the hotel was wide enough he could add elevators on each end without having to change too much about the classic structure of the building.
Johnson noticed his hands were trembling slightly. How could a woman affect him like this after all the different ladies he’d dated over the years? Was he just becoming desperately lonely? With Mama Porter and Braxton in the Grand Cayman house and Tucker married to Maryn, he wasn’t surrounded by his close friends all the time. He had a large social circle and was always planning adventures with a buddy or taking a girl on a date, but something about the beautiful woman and her little boy tugged at him. Maybe he was getting old and the thought of a family was sounding better and better.
He wondered how long he had to get to know the exquisite Ms. Turnbow. Most guests stayed a week. His mind started spinning with ideas to make this a week she would remember and maybe, if she was half as intriguing to him at the end of the week as she was now, he’d go visit her and see if anything could come of this infatuation.
Standing, he walked down the stairs to the pool area. Taz had been insistent about swimming. Cal would bet they’d show up here or at the beach pretty quickly. He smiled, wondering what her first name was and hoping she’d be interested in spending more time with him.
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