His top lip twitches before he snarls and leans in. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I hold my breath, and my eyes fall to his lips. The moment drags on and my body tingles with anticipation. The heat of his mouth hovers, teasing, making me lean in before he pulls away and turns for the door.
Not another word is spoken.
He heads out of the hotel room, leaving me gasping for breath with my heart racing and my body trembling.
* * *
It all happens so fast, the offer letter, the acceptance, and packing a bag for my trip back to Breckenridge.
I shouldn’t have accepted the offer, but the pay is exceptional, and the cost of living is drastically less. Especially when I factor in that I’m staying at the resort.
Although I don’t think it’s a permanent requirement, they’re providing me a room free of charge.
Logan and Levi insist that I begin first thing Monday morning. I have enough time to pack for a few weeks and the rest of my apartment is getting boxed up and packed by professional movers, at the expense of Luxenberg Enterprises.
While I don’t technically work for Logan and he’s not the one signing my checks, he is the one who handles every operation of the work I do. It’s complicated. Frustrating. And sleeping with him again is out of the question.
He hates me.
Hell, some days I hate myself.
I’ve yet to see Julianna. She’s in school during the day, and I’m not sure if she’s avoiding me in the evenings or just isn’t around the resort.
I owe her an apology, although if she’s anything like her father, she’ll ignore me and continue to hate my guts.
The tension is thick, and I spend what time I can away from Logan. He has his own office and mine is down the hall. It’s not particularly far from him, but I spend quite a bit of my time taking photos, video, and creating different types of content to spruce up the resort.
I want to discuss with Logan about updating the website, not just the social media profiles, but I’m not sure he’ll be receptive to my ideas.
I knock on his open door, and he doesn’t so much as glance up at me. “Yes?”
“I have some footage to show you,” I say.
He finally glances up and gestures for me to sit across from him. There’s no smile on his face. His eyes are dark, weary. The man looks like he hasn’t slept since that night in New York. Possibly longer.
I walk him through accessing the videos saved to the cloud where he can view the creative content in addition to all original files. Anything that is saved to the phone automatically gets copied to the cloud.
His face is stoic. And I’m not sure whether he hates it or just hates me. If he liked it, he’d tell me and smile. His features might even soften.
“Is this all you’ve done?” Logan asks.
My eyes widen, and I straighten my back. “No, Mr. Henderson. I’ve also taken photographs and created a mock version of a new website that I think might be beneficial. We can collect email addresses and offer a coupon for guests’ first night if they stay longer than three nights.”
Slowly, he nods, like he might actually not hate the idea.
“What else?”
I suck in a nervous breath. “While I haven’t posted anything to our social media accounts without your approval, I made sure they are updated with the relevant contact information.”
“And that wasn’t the case?”
“Someone had put the wrong phone number and address on all the sites,” I say.
Logan frowns and pulls up the Twitter account first, verifying that I didn’t mess everything up.
Why can’t he believe me?
When he’s satisfied the information is accurate, he checks every individual account where Blue Sky Resort has a social media presence.