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“Good afternoon, miss,” he growled coldly.
My eyes narrowed, but Mylee tugged on my arm. “Hot tub?” she suggested. “I could really go for a soak right now.”
I debated whether to press the issue with the doorman and his consistently bad attitude.
What was his problem with Mylee? She’d been nothing but gracious to him since she’d arrived.
But she was already halfway to the elevators, leaving me little choice but to follow her.
Casting a backward glance at Lyndon, I nodded. “Sure,” I agreed. “May as well soak off the day.”
“Perfect.”
Mylee retreated to the second floor of the penthouse to put on her bikini, and I started the jets in the hot tub, popping a bottle of wine by the time she came back down.
The afternoon sun slunk low behind the high rises all around us, the rays glinting off the glass.
Pouring a glass for her, I slid inside the tub, and Mylee did the same, her flat stomach disappearing under the bubbles. I was glad the water hid my growing hard-on beneath the surface, her body in the skimpy black and white swimsuit giving me thoughts I was sure I wasn’t going to be able to suppress for much longer. I’d already stuffed them into the bed with me at night when no one else was around. But Mylee wasn’t making it easy this afternoon, her smoldering stare boring into me like she could read my most private thoughts.
And it didn’t bother me in the least.
“What are you thinking, Mr. Evans?”
My cock stood straight up with my chin, my gaze falling on Mylee’s tantalizing smile.
“Oh, is it Mr. Evans now?” I asked, sliding closer to her, the invitation clear.
“It is when you look so serious,” she replied lightly. “What’s on your mind?”
Bubbles burst between us, the heat rising fast, less because of the water and more because I realized how little there was between me and Mylee for the first time.
But she made no move to put space between us.
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked her bluntly. “Or is this a job to you?”
Her smile faded, and she peered at me, cocking her head. “Where did that come from? Did I do something wrong today?”
I shook my head vehemently and reached for her wine glass, placing it in her hand. “Not a thing. You never do. You’re a natural with everyone. That’s why I’m asking. Do you actually like it, or are you putting on a show because it’s your job? It’s hard to tell…”
I paused and exhaled. “I’m saying the wrong thing.”
Casting me a sidelong look, she bit on that luscious lower lip, tempting me to do the same, but I held off, waiting for her response.
“At first, I was going through the motions,” she admitted. “It’s not easy when people are looking at me like…” She hesitated. “Like I don’t belong here.”
“Youdobelong here,” I growled protectively, and she smiled again.
“But you and Linc and Pax have made me feel like part of the group,” she went on. “It feels less like a job every day, even if sometimes I still get the side-eye from randos.”
“Who? I’ll set them right,” I promised.
Mylee tittered. “No more of that. Paxton’s run-in with Paul Kaur is still making rounds on social media.”
I rolled my eyes. Paxton and his temper… not that I could blame him in this instance. I would have done the same thing for Mylee if Paul had gotten in our faces again.
She exhaled. “It’s an adjustment, but I’m not complaining. I really like it here. I like you.”
Raising a finger, she gently pressed it to my chest, and I captured it in my hand, drawing it up to my lips. A small gasp escaped Mylee’s mouth as my tongue traced over her fingertip, her eyes enlarging as I popped it between my lips.
