Page 50 of Last Resort

“I haven’t denied anything.” Her eyes flicker to my cock pressing against the seam of my pants. “The kiss. It was a minor transgression.” She smirks. “My company is waiting for me.”

She slips her hand out of mine and heads toward the front door, giving me a more than perfect view of how exactly small that itty-bitty bikini is.

Oh. Shit.

She was serious about going out like that. In that.

“Wait. Where are you going again?” I call after her.

“Look at you. Damn.”

Brady. Jesus Christ. It’s the whole fucking family in one place. Great. I groan and lean against the counter as I down the rest of my beer, needing to hide my softening hard-on.

Wait. She’s going with Brady in that bikini? Over my dead fucking body.

“Mr. Sharpe.” I look up to see Brady standing there. The man is smart, and I’m sure he is more than assessing the situation and reading into it.

“Brady. Long time no see,” I joke as he eyes me. My first thought is to address the hunch I see fleeting through his eyes but if I do, it’ll just confirm it. Plus, he’s in my employ so I don’t owe him any fucking explanations. In a situation like this, nothing is better than something. “Have plans with Sutton?”

“We do. Yes.” He looks around the villa, which I’m more than certain probably looks a lot like the one he lives in as lodging is part of his compensation package. “You know that we have much better accommodations for you than the staff quarters, right? The A/C parts are on the way for the villa you were booked in, but we can definitely put you in one of the guest suites or—”

“Thank you, but it’s not necessary. That was the plan, but I’m settled here now. Besides, it’s important to be in the same shoes as the staff so I can better understand how to improve their accommodations if need be.”

Sutton rolls her eyes over his shoulders but thankfully chimes in to try and settle the definite curiosity that Brady has. “It’s fine,” she says with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like I’m particularly thrilled with the idea either.”

“Jesus,” Brady barks out through a cough, his eyes wide with surprise that she just spoke of her boss that way. With me present.

Sutton looks over to me with an impish grin and a crinkle of her nose in a non-apology before looking back at Brady. “Hate to break it to you, Sharpe, but no one is supposed to like their boss.”

I struggle with a witty comeback because the things I want to say can’t exactly be stated in front of Brady without proving her point—that I can’t be discreet. My mouth is open, the words are fumbling around in my head, when she steps in and takes the reins.

“The plus side? We’re rarely here together and when we are, Callahan’s a morning person and I’m a night owl. So it works out just fine. Besides, it’s a good thing he didn’t take the Luxe Suite since it just booked last night for a five-week extended stay.”

“I heard,” Brady says, the topic and awkwardness suddenly gone. “No complaints here. I’ll have to introduce you to the guest when he arrives. He’s a regular who has business on the islands. A Wall Street money man who definitely treats us well when he stays with us.”

“Good. Great. I’d like that,” Sutton says. “Let me grab my stuff, and I’ll meet you outside.”

“Yes. Okay.” Brady shifts on his feet, uncomfortable. Clearly, he’s intimidated by me. Good. Let’s keep it that way. “I’ll just wait outside then.”

“Great.” I nod and wait for the door to shut before walking into Sutton’s room unannounced.

She startles. “Can I help you?”

“You’re not wearing that.” I point at her bikini.

“Thanks for your opinion, but I am.” She glances in the mirror. “I like how it makes my ass look, don’t you?”

Now she’s just being a tease.

And it’s working.

She takes her time wrapping a see-through sarong around her waist that does little to hide anything. “Better?”

“Hardly,” I grunt, my buzz now completely gone. “Where are you going?”

“To item number nine on my list. Dinner at Crystal Beach. It’s supposed to be a hot spot. I want to check it out and see how we can adapt something we have here to compete with it.”

I don’t care about dinner or beaches or anything. I care that other men are going to see her in that and want her like I do. I care about Brady getting the wrong idea and making a move on her because then I’d have to kill him. That would only serve to make matters worse considering his untimely death would leave me without a competent manager.