“My father told me to do the same thing. I believe his exact words were to use my ‘feminine wiles’ to pump information out of you. But you already know that, don’t you? And do you know why you already know that? Because I told you about it.”
Weston closed his eyes. “I know.”
I felt the familiar burn in my throat, the precursor to tears. Swallowing hard, I said, “And I was dumb enough to leave you alone in my suite with all my files and my laptop. You must’ve had a good laugh as you rummaged through my things. I was the easiest mark ever.”
“No, it wasn’t like that. I never once looked through your stuff. I swear.”
My head spun with all the dumb things I’d done around this man. “Jesus. We had sex without a condom. Do I need to get tested for STDs right away? Did you lie about that, too?”
Weston shut his eyes. “No. I’m clean. I would never do that.”
God, I really had been an idiot. I’d placed my trust in my sworn enemy—trusted him over the judgment of my own family, and in the process jeopardized my career.
“What can I do, Soph?” Weston pleaded. “What can I do to prove to you that I’m telling the truth? We can call my grandfather on speakerphone, and I’ll ask him if I ever gave him any information. Anything. Just tell me.”
I shook my head. “If you’ll do anything for me, then go away, Weston.”
Our eyes met, and his were filled with tears. God, I was such an idiot. Even after everything that had happened, I still wanted to believe him. I wanted to pretend I’d never seen the email and go back to the way things were. I’d really fallen hard.
Eventually, he nodded. “Okay.”
He turned around and opened the door, but I thought of one thing I needed him to do for me. So I called after him.
“Hey, I told my family I’d accidentally left some of my work papers in an area you had access to. I was too embarrassed to tell my father and my grandfather that access was in my bedroom where I’d given you more than just insight into our bid. So if you want to do something for me, at least keep up that charade. The last thing the men in my family need to know is that I let my emotions get in the way of business.”
Weston winced. “I get it.”
After he walked out, I sat staring at my closed office door. It felt symbolic. The way we’d left things the other night had been so unfinished. We’d obviously needed to have a final conversation. Now that it was over, I should feel some closure. Though, closure meant accepting what had happened and walking away from the closed door. My heart didn’t want to walk away. So instead, I’d have to put a double lock on that door to make sure it didn’t accidentally creak open again.
Chapter 27
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Weston
Two days later, I waited impatiently to see if Sophia would show up.
We had a meeting scheduled with Elizabeth Barton, the hotel’s attorney, to discuss some last-minute contract-renewal issues. I’d expected to get a call that the meeting was canceled, or at least moved to a conference call instead of being in person. I’d arrived a half hour before our scheduled appointment, just in case Sophia showed. But with every minute that ticked by, I lost a little more hope that she would.
At nine on the nose, a flash of red appeared in the doorway. The entrance to the lobby was a wall of glass, so I watched as Sophia hesitated with her hand on the door. She took a deep breath, raised her chin, and squared her shoulders, and I swear I fucking fell even harder for her.
All along, I’d thought our arguing made her so irresistible to me. Her anger was like my flint, and I was the little boy who liked to play with matches. But in this moment, I realized it wasn’t her anger I’d been attracted to at all—it was her strength. When she walked into a room, her beauty was undeniable. When she smiled, it made my knees weak. But when she straightened her spine and her eyes glinted with determination, she wasn’t the flint to my spark. She was the fire. An undeniably beautiful wildfire.
Gorgeous.
Simply perfect.
My heart pounded in my chest as she walked to the front desk and said something. Though she was only five feet away, and the reception area was otherwise quiet, I couldn’t hear a single word. The blood rushing in my ears was way too loud.
Ever since our conversation the other night, I’d been practicing what I would say to her if I got another chance. I’d planned to give her more details—lay all my cards on the table and convince her I’d never planned to betray her. But truly, none of that mattered anymore. Whether I’d planned to go through with stealing information from her or not was almost irrelevant. The fact that I’d agreed to do it and never told her about it was betrayal enough. What I needed to focus on now wasn’t what I’d done wrong, but how I felt about her and what I was going to do to make things right.