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Authors: Marianne Rice
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five days. That screamed, Neglect!
Fact: Grayson Montgomery let himself into her suite and watched her sleep naked in her hot tub. That screamed, Peeping Tom!
Fact: Grayson Montgomery made her blood boil, her loins ache, her toes curl, and her panties damp. That screamed, Holy hell!
Confused as ever, Thyme put on a brave face and marched out to the living room, ready for battle. Only the enemy had shucked his shoes, rolled up his sleeves, poured two glasses of wine, turned on the music—low as to not wake Maddie—and reclined in the lounge chair outside by the pool.
Damn. How could she argue with that?
She walked out to the terrace mumbling. “Just make yourself right at home. Help yourself to some wine. Maybe some—” she looked at the spread on the table “—cheese and crackers. Maybe some chips and salsa? You know, mi casa es su casa.”
Thyme scooped up a chunk of salsa with her tortilla chip and plopped herself into the lounge chair to his left.
“Actually, su casa is mi casa. I loan this suite out to friends, family, business associates.” He sipped his wine, crossed his ankles, and smiled at her.
She didn’t stare at his feet. Well, maybe glanced quickly to see if he had toe fungus or yellow toenails. All definite turn offs.
Damn. He probably had a pedicure once a week to keep them looking so nice. Couldn’t the man have one fault?
Oh, yes. The Peeping Tom issue. That was a definite deal breaker. And sleeping with a married woman. And child and nanny neglect.
“Do you break into your hotel rooms often to gawk at your guests?” She smiled smugly before sipping her wine.
“Not often, no.”
“Just sometimes?”
“Actually, this would be my first.”
“Well, don’t I feel honored.” Thyme reached for another chip. “Aren’t you going to have any?”
“I ate about half the bag while I waited for you.”
“Please. I didn’t take that long.” Thyme snorted.
“I know. I was just hungry. Long day.”
“Yeah. Hard to keep all your social calls in order, isn’t it? Do you have Maddie penned in somewhere? Maybe between your lunch and dinner date?”
Ick. Now she sounded jealous. But she did refer to Maddie, not herself feeling stood up.
“I didn’t have a lunch date. Or a dinner date. Or—” he raised his finger to stop her “—a breakfast date. In fact, I hadn’t eaten anything all day. Not since my egg sandwich this morning. I got home about a half hour ago, ate a couple bites of leftovers, and came over to check on you two.”
“Well, how very sweet. You can see we’re fine. You can go now.”
“Thyme.”
“Grayson,” she mocked.
“Thyme. Please.”
“Grayson. Please. Don’t try to patronize me. For Maddie’s sake. I understand if she puts a cramp on your lifestyle. You’re obviously not father material. So Maddie and I will get out of your hair. We’ll fly home tomorrow.”
“Thyme.” He reached out and placed a hand on her arm. “Will you stop being so stubborn and actually listen to my side of the story?”
“What? There are sides?”
“You are an exasperating woman.”
“Thank you.” She didn’t want to hear what he would have to say. It would only make her like him more. She was better off thinking he was scum.
“This job is a make-or-break deal for my career.”
Thyme snorted. “You seem to be doing just fine. Besides, doesn’t Daddy own the business with you? I hardly think he’ll kick you to the curb.” Her retort delivered an obvious hit to his pride, his eyes and mouth turning south, a sad sigh escaping his too perfect lips.
Grayson got up and paced along the pool. “This project is different than anything I’ve ever designed. And I’m not using Montgomery Designs. It’s just me.”
“But you’re still a Montgomery and it’s just a hotel. You design them in your sleep.” Crap. Another reveal. She read that line from an article in The New York Times . “No offense, but it doesn’t seem like the same caliber as this
Fact: Grayson Montgomery let himself into her suite and watched her sleep naked in her hot tub. That screamed, Peeping Tom!
Fact: Grayson Montgomery made her blood boil, her loins ache, her toes curl, and her panties damp. That screamed, Holy hell!
Confused as ever, Thyme put on a brave face and marched out to the living room, ready for battle. Only the enemy had shucked his shoes, rolled up his sleeves, poured two glasses of wine, turned on the music—low as to not wake Maddie—and reclined in the lounge chair outside by the pool.
Damn. How could she argue with that?
She walked out to the terrace mumbling. “Just make yourself right at home. Help yourself to some wine. Maybe some—” she looked at the spread on the table “—cheese and crackers. Maybe some chips and salsa? You know, mi casa es su casa.”
Thyme scooped up a chunk of salsa with her tortilla chip and plopped herself into the lounge chair to his left.
“Actually, su casa is mi casa. I loan this suite out to friends, family, business associates.” He sipped his wine, crossed his ankles, and smiled at her.
She didn’t stare at his feet. Well, maybe glanced quickly to see if he had toe fungus or yellow toenails. All definite turn offs.
Damn. He probably had a pedicure once a week to keep them looking so nice. Couldn’t the man have one fault?
Oh, yes. The Peeping Tom issue. That was a definite deal breaker. And sleeping with a married woman. And child and nanny neglect.
“Do you break into your hotel rooms often to gawk at your guests?” She smiled smugly before sipping her wine.
“Not often, no.”
“Just sometimes?”
“Actually, this would be my first.”
“Well, don’t I feel honored.” Thyme reached for another chip. “Aren’t you going to have any?”
“I ate about half the bag while I waited for you.”
“Please. I didn’t take that long.” Thyme snorted.
“I know. I was just hungry. Long day.”
“Yeah. Hard to keep all your social calls in order, isn’t it? Do you have Maddie penned in somewhere? Maybe between your lunch and dinner date?”
Ick. Now she sounded jealous. But she did refer to Maddie, not herself feeling stood up.
“I didn’t have a lunch date. Or a dinner date. Or—” he raised his finger to stop her “—a breakfast date. In fact, I hadn’t eaten anything all day. Not since my egg sandwich this morning. I got home about a half hour ago, ate a couple bites of leftovers, and came over to check on you two.”
“Well, how very sweet. You can see we’re fine. You can go now.”
“Thyme.”
“Grayson,” she mocked.
“Thyme. Please.”
“Grayson. Please. Don’t try to patronize me. For Maddie’s sake. I understand if she puts a cramp on your lifestyle. You’re obviously not father material. So Maddie and I will get out of your hair. We’ll fly home tomorrow.”
“Thyme.” He reached out and placed a hand on her arm. “Will you stop being so stubborn and actually listen to my side of the story?”
“What? There are sides?”
“You are an exasperating woman.”
“Thank you.” She didn’t want to hear what he would have to say. It would only make her like him more. She was better off thinking he was scum.
“This job is a make-or-break deal for my career.”
Thyme snorted. “You seem to be doing just fine. Besides, doesn’t Daddy own the business with you? I hardly think he’ll kick you to the curb.” Her retort delivered an obvious hit to his pride, his eyes and mouth turning south, a sad sigh escaping his too perfect lips.
Grayson got up and paced along the pool. “This project is different than anything I’ve ever designed. And I’m not using Montgomery Designs. It’s just me.”
“But you’re still a Montgomery and it’s just a hotel. You design them in your sleep.” Crap. Another reveal. She read that line from an article in The New York Times . “No offense, but it doesn’t seem like the same caliber as this
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