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My mouth is hot, wanting to ask, to blurt out the truth. That we know each other.
Beyond just the words we spoke last night and the touches we shared.
I can’t explain it, but I know Olivia Lombardi. In my bones. As if somehow our souls recognize one another.
What the fuck? Soulmates don’t exist and neither does true love.
Argh. My brain is just trying to make me feel better about being a horndog.
“How about you give Olivia a tour, and you two can get to know each other a bit? When you’re done, just drop her off at her office, and then I’ll go through the day-to-day with her.”
I give Farley a curt nod. “After you, Ms…”
Olivia eyes me.
If I didn’t know her before, I’d know her now. That sassy little stare is going to live rent-free in my head for years to come.
“Olivia. Or should I start calling you Mr. Hill again?”
If I engage in witty banter with her, I’ll have her bent over my desk before the tour is even over.
No, remain polite, professional.
And no flirting allowed whatsoever.
I nod. “After you,
Olivia.”
As I hold the door open for our new operations manager, who happens to be the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, I get a whiff of her as she walks by.
The delicious verve of vanilla sets my blood boiling. Makes her even more scrumptious than before.
“I’ll meet you at the top of the stairs.” I tip my chin toward the end of the hallway that opens up to the bright light of the chandelier. “I’d like to have a word with Mr. Axford, first.”
Olivia nods and floats away.
I have to tear my eyes away from her plump ass as it sways back and forth, back and forth, back and-
“So, first impressions, boss?” Farley crossed his arms over his chest, and a mischievous smile plays on his lips.
It’s almost as if he hired Olivia just to fuck with me, to make sure I don’t get any work done. To stage some sort of horny coup.
I check to make sure Olivia is out of earshot, then narrow my eyes at him. “If I didn’t know you were gay, I’d swear you were thinking with your dick when you hired her.”
Farley gapes at me, then laughs. “Oh, come on, Dylan. I don’t know if you know this, but it’s the twenty-first century. And believe it or not, beautiful women work. In fact, they can be very, very capable in their positions.”
“I know that.” And yet, my mind flies to all the positions I’d like to have Olivia twisted in. I’m a disgusting man.
“I mean, you wouldn’t say Abigail doesn’t deserve to be hired just because she’s a pretty girl, would you?”
“That’s not at all what I was saying…” Of course, an attractive woman can be capable at her job. I never suggested otherwise. It’s just Farley should know better than to hire a distraction.
It’s not Olivia’s fault, of course. It’s this institution’s. And mine. Because I’m as distractible as they come when I’ve got a pretty woman to watch instead of my work.
“Are you saying I should rescind the offer? You’ve barely even spoken to her.”
I scoff. “I would never suggest such a thing.”
“Then what’s this about?”
I slide my hand into my pocket and clench it into a fist. “Forget it.”
“Alright. Then don’t keep Ms. Lombardi waiting. She’s a more than qualified candidate, and I’m sure many other institutions would snatch her up if given the opportunity.” Farley looks at me, then twiddles his fingers in my direction. “Now shoo.”
I huff, then slam the door as I leave.
I can do this. I’m Dylan Hill, after all. This is my club, my place. I am in complete and utter control.
I look down the hallway and take in Olivia’s silhouette as she waits for me.
The dress she’s chosen frames her curves as if they are a work of art. Though it’s simple, sleek, and black, she’d stand out in any room above anyone else.
I just know it.
Goddammit. I’m doomed.
OLIVIA POV
If there’s one thing I’m proud of, it’s my poker face. And I’ve never needed it more than now.
The second he walked into the room, I recognized him. My Phoenix from last night.
Tall, broad, dark…even better without the mask. Although the real tell was the trim of his beard. The sideburns shaped to perfection, a few gray hairs mixed in the dark ones.
Not to mention, the silver at his temples.
Yep, my Phoenix alright.
That would have been bad enough if he were just any man, but no. The man I met last night is none other than Dylan Hill.
AKA my boss.
But worse than that. My ex-boyfriend’s dad.
I knew I’d have to meet Nate’s father by working here. He’s the owner of this place, the whole reason Nate ran away so as not to be looped up in the family business.
However, I didn’t expect Nate’s father to be so fucking hot.
Nate’s attractive, but he’s a surfer boy, with blonde wavy hair and the friendly smile of a golden retriever. I expected his father to be much older, scragglier, and nowhere near as buff.
Oh, how I wish he was all those things.
The fucked-up feeling is threefold.
For one, the most obvious, he’s my ex’s father.
If I were a lesser woman, I’d be all over the opportunity to give Nate a big fuck you by fucking his dad. But that’s not who I am. I don’t need to get entangled with another Hill, regardless of their value differences.
For another, Dylan is now my boss. It was bad enough last night when I was too worried to fuck him because he might be a club member. Now, it’s even worse because he’s my superior.
I’ve been with people I’ve worked with before. Especially when I first entered the hospitality industry, and I was doing grunt work at the front desk of a luxury hotel.
I made the mistake of fucking around with management once, and that didn’t end well, I’ll just say that. Too messy to justify doing it again.
So, I will not be fucking around where I work. Not now. Not ever again.
The final reason that it feels so fucked up to be attracted to Dylan Hill is what I know about him.
Nate nurses wounds about his father. He didn’t give me all the details. And Nate wasn’t the most guarded guy. He was all peace and love, vulnerability, and emotions. But when it came to his dad, he was rather mute.
I know those hurts run deep.
I’m not carrying a torch for Nate. I don’t need to carry his hurts with me. But I do need to protect myself.
And if Dylan is a cruel man, I don’t want to get caught up in it.
All my coherent thoughts fly out the window when Dylan steps out of Farley’s office.
Dear god, why does he have to look like that?
He tucks his hand on the inside of his jacket and pulls it across his belly as if that will somehow hide the glorious muscles I can just tell lay beneath his business professional attire.
His eyes meet mine.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Olivia.”
I can’t tell yet if he’s recognized me or if he’s just standoffish.
When he walked into the office, it seemed he wanted to be anywhere but there.
