woman. He hadn’t liked snooping, but it had been for her safety.
He had to know, if he decided to follow through with taking her, that she could stand the pressure. She could. Besides being the cousin of his rival-turned-friend, Daniel Falcon, she was her own woman.
Soon she would be his woman.
“ I hope you’ll find this suite satisfactory,” John said, stopping just inside the lavish suite on the top floor of the hotel. Luxury surrounded her. On the table was a huge bouquet of cut flowers dominated by pink and yellow roses. A huge fruit basket crammed with goodies sat on the black lacquered table in front of the low-slung sofa. A bottle of sparkling cider and a bottle of water were in separate silver wine buckets.
“It goes without saying to please feel free to partake of anything from the minibar,” Delores said. “If there is anything that you might like added, my card is by the phone on the desk.”
Sierra had pulled out all the stops for clients in the past and recognized when it was being done. Behind the smiles, John and his secretary wore, they were nervous. There could only be one reason. Blade .
“I can’t think of a single thing that would have made my trip more pleasurable or add to this suite.” She glanced around the room. “Navarone Resorts and Spas certainly knows how to pamper prospective employees.”
“We want you to be comfortable.”
If Sierra hadn’t been watching John, she might have missed the almost imperceptible flicker of his lashes when he spoke. Something wasn’t right. “Is everyone else on this floor?”
“Unfortunately, there was a mix-up with reservations,” Delores hastened to explain, the smile on her attractive face a bit thin. “We’re all two floors down.”
If Blade had been there, Sierra would have strangled him. He couldn’t have made it any clearer that he wanted her separated if—no, when he made his move. “Is that right?” Sierra didn’t even try to keep the annoyance out of her voice. “Perhaps a room can be found for me on that floor.”
John looked at Delores with something akin to panic in his face. His secretary didn’t let him down. “Before you make that decision, Sierra, why don’t I show you the rest of your suite?”
Sierra followed out of courtesy, but moments after seeing the queen-size bed framed in black, the spacious black marble bath with a seven-foot Roman tub, a separate glass-enclosed shower, acres of glass with makeup mirrors, her resolve to move weakened.
“I just happen to have a picture of the rooms the others are staying in.” Delores pulled several snapshots from the pocket of her St. John’s jacket. “They’re nice, but one room, and nothing of this caliber.”
Sierra glanced around the two-room suite with a balcony and a small table and green topiaries, then back at the photos. She loved elegance, space. Both of which she had here.
“Why don’t you sleep on it and, if you’re so inclined to move in the morning, I’ll see if a room on our floor is available?” Delores told her, but the knowing twinkle in her eyes said she didn’t think Sierra would want to move.
Sierra smiled, then laughed. She’d berate Blade later. “John, has anyone ever told you what an intuitive administrative assistant you have?”
“Several times,” he admitted with a relieved smile.
“We’ll let you rest and unpack.” Delores went to the door. John happily followed. “We’re taking all of you out to Al Biernet’s for dinner. They serve incredible steaks and seafood. We’ll meet in the lobby at seven.”
Sierra was tempted to ask if Blade would be there, then discarded the idea. Whether he showed up later would be anybody’s guess. He was as unpredictable as the wind, and as elusive. Besides, she was not the type of woman to chase after a man. This trip was business. “I’ll see you then. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye.”
As soon as the door closed, Sierra went to the phone. She’d called her mother on
He had to know, if he decided to follow through with taking her, that she could stand the pressure. She could. Besides being the cousin of his rival-turned-friend, Daniel Falcon, she was her own woman.
Soon she would be his woman.
“ I hope you’ll find this suite satisfactory,” John said, stopping just inside the lavish suite on the top floor of the hotel. Luxury surrounded her. On the table was a huge bouquet of cut flowers dominated by pink and yellow roses. A huge fruit basket crammed with goodies sat on the black lacquered table in front of the low-slung sofa. A bottle of sparkling cider and a bottle of water were in separate silver wine buckets.
“It goes without saying to please feel free to partake of anything from the minibar,” Delores said. “If there is anything that you might like added, my card is by the phone on the desk.”
Sierra had pulled out all the stops for clients in the past and recognized when it was being done. Behind the smiles, John and his secretary wore, they were nervous. There could only be one reason. Blade .
“I can’t think of a single thing that would have made my trip more pleasurable or add to this suite.” She glanced around the room. “Navarone Resorts and Spas certainly knows how to pamper prospective employees.”
“We want you to be comfortable.”
If Sierra hadn’t been watching John, she might have missed the almost imperceptible flicker of his lashes when he spoke. Something wasn’t right. “Is everyone else on this floor?”
“Unfortunately, there was a mix-up with reservations,” Delores hastened to explain, the smile on her attractive face a bit thin. “We’re all two floors down.”
If Blade had been there, Sierra would have strangled him. He couldn’t have made it any clearer that he wanted her separated if—no, when he made his move. “Is that right?” Sierra didn’t even try to keep the annoyance out of her voice. “Perhaps a room can be found for me on that floor.”
John looked at Delores with something akin to panic in his face. His secretary didn’t let him down. “Before you make that decision, Sierra, why don’t I show you the rest of your suite?”
Sierra followed out of courtesy, but moments after seeing the queen-size bed framed in black, the spacious black marble bath with a seven-foot Roman tub, a separate glass-enclosed shower, acres of glass with makeup mirrors, her resolve to move weakened.
“I just happen to have a picture of the rooms the others are staying in.” Delores pulled several snapshots from the pocket of her St. John’s jacket. “They’re nice, but one room, and nothing of this caliber.”
Sierra glanced around the two-room suite with a balcony and a small table and green topiaries, then back at the photos. She loved elegance, space. Both of which she had here.
“Why don’t you sleep on it and, if you’re so inclined to move in the morning, I’ll see if a room on our floor is available?” Delores told her, but the knowing twinkle in her eyes said she didn’t think Sierra would want to move.
Sierra smiled, then laughed. She’d berate Blade later. “John, has anyone ever told you what an intuitive administrative assistant you have?”
“Several times,” he admitted with a relieved smile.
“We’ll let you rest and unpack.” Delores went to the door. John happily followed. “We’re taking all of you out to Al Biernet’s for dinner. They serve incredible steaks and seafood. We’ll meet in the lobby at seven.”
Sierra was tempted to ask if Blade would be there, then discarded the idea. Whether he showed up later would be anybody’s guess. He was as unpredictable as the wind, and as elusive. Besides, she was not the type of woman to chase after a man. This trip was business. “I’ll see you then. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye.”
As soon as the door closed, Sierra went to the phone. She’d called her mother on
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