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Giselle scooped her earrings off the bathroom counter and went to the door.
“I thought we were meeting at the ceremony.”
Tristan walked in, and she closed the door behind him.
“I wanted to give you this.” He held out a deep-blue velvet box.
She cautiously reached for it and set it on the desk. “You got me a gift? I’m so touched.” She added more sarcasm than necessary, but she wanted him to know that there was no way they would be anything more than cordial work colleagues.
Tristan glanced around the room. Before he even opened his mouth, she could sense his judgment. It wasn’t the suite he had reserved her for. She had changed to a smaller room shortly after checking in. A suite was an extravagance she didn’t need.
He shook his head. “This isn’t the room I reserved for you.”
She put the back on one earring and the other in her ear. “I know.”
“Why did you change rooms?”
“Why did you take it upon yourself to take care of my reservation?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, and she couldn’t help but notice how tight his suit jacket was in the shoulder area.
Damn it.
“I wanted to be nice. Is that okay?” Tristan said.
“Are you sure it was because you wanted to be nice, and there was no other reason?”
He arched an eyebrow. “And just what other reason would there be?”
She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
“I didn’t ask you to. You are an ambassador and deserve a better room.”
“If you saw some of the places I had to live as a kid, you’d know that this room is phenomenal.” She crossed to the dresser and picked up her purse. “I suppose I’m ready.”
Tristan pointed to the box on the desk. “You didn’t open your box.”
“Oh, I guess I forgot.” She smiled when she noticed his annoyed expression.
She picked up the box and shook it. “Is it jewelry?”
“Kind of.”
She set down the box as if it were on fire. “You got me jewelry?”
“It’s not what you think.” Tristan crossed the room and picked up the box. He opened it and showed her the beautiful, slim, diamond-encrusted watch.
“Tristan, what the hell is that?”
He took it out, draped it across his arm, and showed it off. “It’s a Movado watch for you to wear. You do know how to tell time, don’t you?”
“Gah. You are still such an ass.”
Tristan winked. “If I remember right, you liked my ass the last time we were in a hotel room.”
Giselle pulled out the desk chair, sat down, and adjusted the strap of one of her shoes. “That was a long time ago, and I was under the influence of a lot of alcohol.”
He stepped toward her, and she leaned back in the chair. He held out his hands. “Hey, hey, don’t worry. I’m not here to do anything you have to be concerned about.”
