I know deep down, no one will ask her about it. It’s one thing winding me up and making me uncomfortable, but they wouldn’t do that to Sierra. Would they? I know Matt and even Sebastian wouldn’t. They enjoy my discomfort, but they know where the line is with employees, and asking them about their sex life, real or imagined, is well and truly over the line.
I step into the elevator car and push my hand into my pocket. I rub my fingers over the ring there, and somehow, I feel calmer. I smile to myself when I think of Sierra laughing in the cab earlier.
I pull my hand away from the ring and tell myself to nip this in the bud right now. It’s going to be hard, but I have to go back to seeing Sierra as nothing but my assistant. It doesn’t matter that when I think of her now, I see her beautiful eyes sparkling, or that I imagine myself running my hands over her body.
I have to go back to cold and professional, because if either of my brothers see even the tiniest flicker of warmth between us, they’re never going to let this go.
Chapter Ten
Sierra
It’s been a long morning and I’m glad to get back to my room and kick my shoes off. I sit down on the bed and massage my feet for a moment. I’m debating taking a shower and changing into something a little cooler, but I know Chance will be coming along soon to go over the files and I don’t want him to think our little moment has made me lax about work. Will he still think of me as professional if he comes in and I’m wearing casual clothes? I doubt it.
I decide to stay in my skirt and blouse. It’s not like I’m not used to it. It drives me mad at the office when it’s hot and half of the staff think it’s okay to let their standards slip. I’m not going to start doing the same thing. Even if we are in Vegas.
I open my laptop and begin the work I’ve been given. It’s not so bad. It’s easy work. Time consuming, but not something I really have to think about. My mind flits away from the task at hand and goes to Chance. He really is hot. I don’t know how I never saw it before. I mean I knew he was handsome, but I never really thought of him as someone desirable. Until now. Because apparently, waking up in someone’s bed and seeing them naked… definitely changes how you see them.
And spending the morning laughing at our predicament helped too. It was nice to feel like for once, I had a problem and I wasn’t in it alone.
A couple of hours go by and there’s a knock at my door. I get up, telling myself I can’t feel the butterflies in my stomach and that my heart isn’t racing wildly as I approach the door. I run my hands over my skirt, and then I pat my hair to make sure it’s in place.
Not for Chance. I don’t care what he thinks. Much.
I pull the door open and I am assaulted by the sight of him. He towers over me, and his shoulders are wide. He looks like the sort of man who makes everything okay. I imagine stepping into his arms and leaning my head back, so he can kiss me. I imagine how I would feel wrapped up in his body, his cock slamming into me. I catch myself and clear my throat.
Chance is looking back at me and I’m sure that for a second, I see desire in his eyes. He blinks and it’s gone; he’s all business again. But it was there. I swear it was there. I’m not exactly known for being someone who has flights of fancy. If I saw it, it happened. It doesn’t matter though. Nothing can happen between Chance and me. We had our chance and neither of us remember it and that’s just a regret I’ll have to live with, because there won’t be another episode.
“Good afternoon,” I smile, standing back from the door.
Chance returns my smile and steps into the room. “Did you get the signatures?” he asks.
I nod my head. “Yes. The papers are all complete and they’ve been filed. It’s just a waiting game now. Everything was more than in order, and the notary said he'd be surprised if they didn't grant the annulment. It would just be a waste of everyone’s time and resources if they made a big deal out of it.”
“Perfect, thank you,” Chance says curtly.
So we’re back to this. Mr. cool, calm and professional. I can live with that. It’ll make ignoring the throbbing feeling between my legs much easier. I wonder briefly if I should go back to calling him Mr. Hunter, but that would surely be weird now. I mean he’s tried to convince me to call him Chance for long enough, even before any of this happened.
“Where are we with work?” Chance asks, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed.
“Getting there,” I say. “I’ve spent the last few hours working on sourcing the things you wanted.”
“You’ll have them all by the end of the day?” he asks curtly, his eyebrow raised.
Okay, I thought I was alright with this – with going back to how things were, but I’m not. I’m not okay with it at all. Chance finally warmed up and showed me the man beneath the mask and I liked what I saw. I actually let myself believe we would have fun for the rest of the weekend, but that’s clearly out of the window. And to be honest, I don’t appreciate his tone or the raised eyebrow.
