Page 62 of Scandalous Lover

After that racy pic she sent me in my office this morning, I’ve been wondering when she’ll send me another.

I’m in deep, deep shit with this girl.

Because there’s no way I’m going to walk away.

I push my chair back silently and make my way to the bar where a water pitcher is set up with crystal tumblers for palate cleansing between courses. I pour myself a small glass and take a sip while I try to nonchalantly slide my phone back out of my pocket.

It slips from my fingers and crashes to the wood floor, making the whole table jump and look my way. I bow my head and retrieve the offending device, holding it up sheepishly.

“Sorry about that.”

They all turn back to the tasting except Fran, who keeps me pinned with her knowing glare.

I’m not sure what, or how much, she knows, but she’s onto something. She heard too much in the lobby that night when Naomi blurted out about the video. She’s too smart to let something like that go.

I hold her gaze for a moment before casually glancing down at my phone screen as if I wasn’t breaking out in a cold sweat under her glare.

I flip through a few emails, scrolling until I feel her turn back to the table. Checking just to be sure, I find her once again engaged with the wedding couple.

I shouldn’t do what I’m about to do, but I’m doing it anyway.

I click to open the message and hold my breath.

It’s Naomi, topless again, in front of the mirror. The sun is coming in at a sharp angle, casting her body in sepia stripes as she holds her fingers up against the glare. Herface is angled so I can’t see most of it. To most casual onlookers, this could really be anyone, but that doesn’t make me feel any safer about holding it in my hands right now. I’d know those curves anywhere. The soft swell of her breasts. The line of four freckles running from her left collarbone up toward her ear that I ran my tongue across while she moaned in my arms.

I’m sure the guilt of it is written right across my face.

I glance from the gorgeous, erotic, image of the woman who’s been on my mind nonstop for the last few weeks up to the table where her brother is sitting.

And back down at my phone.

I let out the breath I’m holding as slowly and quietly as I can, shifting so that I’m facing the bar. It’s dangerous to angle the screen so anyone from the table could come up behind me and see, but I can’t very well stand facing them with my cock swelling in my pants.

I click the screen off and set the phone on the bar, taking another long drink of water. I have to get back to the table but all I want to do is run to the elevator.

After a moment, I gather myself enough to return to my seat.

“Sorry,” I say to the guests. “Employee emergency.”

The bride smiles warmly at me. “You must be very busy running the whole resort.”

I return her smile, slipping my phone back in my pocket. “I have plenty of help.”

It buzzes immediately, and I try to keep my face calm.

Fran’s hand lands on my arm, but I don’t dare look over at her. “Sam’s just being modest. He’s the only one who can properly satisfy the guests.”

My mouth opens slightly in shock, but I force it to morph into a smile. “Thanks, Fran.”

My phone buzzes again in my pocket.

I’m not sure if Fran can hear it or if she’s just trying to give me a hard time, because she doesn’t let up.

“There’s only a couple courses left, Sam. We can probably finish up here if you need to take care of something.”

I offer her my best GM smile. “It’s nothing that can’t wait.”

Dom sets out a new round of dishes and everyone’s attention shifts. I use the distraction to slip my phone out and open the message screen, carefully angling it away from Fran, who is sitting awfully close to me all of a sudden.

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