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The alarm blares from my phone by the bed. Time to wake up.
But first...
I tap the alarm off and roll over to find her. My hand glides along the bedsheets, but they’ve gone cold.
Paige?
I sit up to look around my suite. Morning Miami sunlight pools on the floor from the curtains still swaying with that endless ocean breeze, but it’s quiet. Lonely.
“Paige?” I ask.
As I walk across the suite, I notice things are out of place from where I left them last night. My suitcase, which I deposited by the door, now sits next to the closet on the other side. A garment bag, which I hung in the closet, now hangs from a hook on the back of the door with a note attached to it in Botsford Plaza stationery.
Had to go run, it says. Big day! -P
My god, her discipline.
Making me look bad.
I unzip the bag to find today’s outfit waiting for me, along with a blue and silver tie.
“Corporate,” I mutter with a smile.
CHAPTER 34
PAIGE
I scan the gift shop shelves in front of me, inspecting every glass and coffee mug for blemishes and imperfections. The Plaza gift shops get a lot of foot traffic, so I rarely dock them if something is out of place. It’s not uncommon to find a badly hung T-shirt or a drinking glass covered in fingerprints, thanks to an indecisive guest.
A throat clears behind me.
I look forward into the mirrored wall and smile at the reflection. Oliver hovers behind me, looking rather dashing in the tie I set out for him. “Hey, boss,” I greet him. “Accounting all finished?”
“Counted and complete,” he says.
I check it off my list. “Excellent.”
I spin toward the next shelf, doing my best to appear natural in front of Holly behind the cash register. We’re not the only Botsford Plaza employees in this room. And this room is stocked to the brim with hidden security cameras to prevent shoplifters.
Surely, Oliver won’t try anything in here.
“I can’t stop thinking about you sucking my dick.”
Or maybe he will.
I fire a glare at him in the mirror.
He smirks. “Oh, I’m just playing around.”
“Not the place to play, Oliver,” I whisper.
“And that’s why it’s fun.” He licks his lips. “I like the tie. Thank you.”
“It looks good on you,” I say with a friendly nod.
“So do you.”
