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It would be for the best if he didn’t recognize me. However, my heart falls at the thought that I’m not memorable enough. Especially after what happened between us last night.
I’ve known how thoughtless men can be, though. And given Dylan’s incredible…everything, I’m sure he’s no stranger to women falling at his feet. I mean, he’s the dictionary definition of Daddy if I ever…
Stop. Now.
“Let’s start with the entryway, shall we?” Dylan says, blowing past me and heading down the stairs.
What follows is the driest tour I’ve ever been on, and I don’t just mean my panties.
Dylan says only what he needs to about each location.
I take mental notes of things I want to ask Farley about further. I don’t want to trouble Dylan by wasting his precious time, nor do I want to elongate this “tour”. At least for the sake of my horny addled brain.
My heart skids as we step onto the dance floor.
Dylan stops and glances back at me. “I’ve been wanting to replace the current dance floor with a water feature.”
“You’d…get rid of the dance floor?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, just…plexiglass, lighting, water. Thoughts?”
I cross toward him, heels clipping across the floor.
The club is so quiet compared to last night. And yet, it feels the same. Like we are the only people in the whole world.
“That sounds like the upkeep would be a pain.” I cross my arms over my chest.
Dylan smiles.
Score.
“Are you going to be a thorn in my side, Olivia?”
If that means you keep thinking about me, so be it.
“I guess it’s Farley’s call, but my two cents is that it’s going to be too expensive for not a lot of payoff.”
Dylan takes a few steps back from me, sizing me up. His eyes travel down the length of my body, and just like that, I’m naked. Or at least, I wish I was.
“What’s your background, Olivia?”
I cock my eyebrow, for some reason not understanding quite what he means. “Sorry?”
Dylan turns on his heel and strides in the direction of the staircase.
I try to keep up without teetering over on these heels. I bought them when I was far younger and didn’t mind the pain stilettos brought on.
Now, though, my pinkie toes are undergoing pure torture.
Of course, all of that is secondary to staring at Dylan’s tight little ass and wishing I could bite it like a peach.
Christ, Olivia, are you for real right now?!
I can’t help it! I’m a recently single gal, and last night, I met a handsome stranger who turned out to be my boss. It’s like whiplash.
“People don’t just earn a job at Hill by accident,” he calls out over his shoulder.
My heart drops into my stomach.
Oh god. He knows.
Not that I’m the girl from last night. That I’m Nate’s ex.
Farley promised he wouldn’t tell. But why would he have allegiance to me compared to his employer?
“You must be very accomplished in your line of work,” he adds as we enter the hallway.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Yes, well. I started working in hotels when I was in college and earned a degree in hospitality. So, it was just natural to-“
“You’re familiar with our clientele, then?”
“What do you mean by that?”
Dylan bypasses the bathrooms and then stops. Right in front of the dark enclave where he and I almost kissed last night. Where he demanded my name, demanded to see my face.
Now he knows all of it. And I’m not sure he even knows it’s me.
“High-end clientele. This isn’t just another Comfort Inn.”
What the… “I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear, Dylan. I’ve been working at luxury establishments since the very beginning. In fact, I was salaried by the Ritz Carlton up until I came to work for you.”
Dylan takes no offense to my tone, thank god. Sometimes I can’t control a little bit of a bite.
He looks me in the eye and nods. “Very good. I’m sure
Farley vetted you well, I just need to be completely sure you’re a correct fit for my establishment before we move on to the next leg of our tour.”
I give a tight nod. “Of course, sir. I understand.”
Dylan stops. Adam’s apple bobs.
I wonder if he liked it when I called him sir like that.
“I’m sure Farley told you that we are more than just Hill Pride?”
I nod.
“Good. The Hill Club isn’t an average club.”
“He mentioned…” Although he was rather cagey about it.
“And all your paperwork is signed, including the NDAs?”
I nod again.
Dylan’s dark eyes size me up.
Mmm, yes, please, thank you.
“If you don’t think you can handle what I’m about to show you, then we will have to part ways. Is that understood?”
My heart pounds. “Is this where you keep the bodies?” I ask in a loud whisper, keeping a smile on my face.
“You think I’m joking, do you?” His voice is void of all traces of humor.
I retreat. Not my best move. “Um, no, sorry. Bad joke.”
I lift my head high and tuck my hair behind my ear. Of course, my hair is tied back in a bun, so it’s just a nervous motion, which must look stupid to Dylan.
I’m about to turn thirty and sometimes I feel like a kid.
“I think you’ll find I’m a pretty tough cookie, Dylan. Not much can scare me off.”
My heart soars when he cracks a smile. “I like that answer.”
Dylan leads me down the stairs. With each step, I get the feeling I’m walking closer to my doom. His hand lands on the door handle, but before he opens it, he gives me one last look. I wait for him to say something, but he remains silent.
And just like that, I know. I can just tell.
He recognized me. He knows that last night he had me pressed up against a wall.
I mean, Dylan Hill can be any number of things, but he is not an idiot. And he might be privileged, but that doesn’t make someone ignorant.
“After you, Olivia,” he says in a near growl, opening the door for me.
I have to force my feet to move as I pass by him, into this next space.
Somehow, it’s even more luxurious than the nightclub. There are groups of leather chairs and couches surrounding the oblong room. It looks as if it’s been ripped out of the pages of an interior design magazine. Green, damask wallpaper, burgeoning ferns and monsteras in every nook and cranny. Gorgeous faux skylights give the impression the room has access to the sky. A portion of the wall is made of glass, showing several conference rooms and offices.
What I assume is a member is sitting at a desk right now, talking on the phone.
