Page 63 of Unwrapped

But that won’t stop me. I take out my small switch blade and jimmy it in the doorjamb, popping back the mechanism.

I’m in.

But cracking the code on Sally’s computer...might be harder. Sighing, I carefully sit behind her desk and think of what it could be.

Sugar cookie?

No.

Creed?

Strike two.

Smirking I try again.

Silver Fox.

Bam. I’m in. I knew she had a crush on Rog despite loving Devon like a daughter.

Her outlook pings that she has new messages. Using the mouse, I click on them reading in stunned disbelief. She was booked. Fully booked and she wrote to each guest; cancelling—citing a leaky roof. That the weight of the snow tore the gutters off. What a crock of shit. She gave them all full refunds though. But her meddling didn’t end there, she emailed all staff officially closing the hotel except for spa services until January third. The day I’m leaving. Oh well, Roque’s accountants will have to figure out how to cook the books when they show nothing, but profit come tax time.

X-ing out. I adjust the chair just how Sally left it. I gave fur baby enough time to pout and lick her wounds. Whistling,Santa Baby, I make my way up the back stairs to the long hall of guest suites. I raise my fist, knocking lightly on her door. “You done hibernating?”

“GO AWAY!”

“Tsk. Tsk. I expect you to be sweet. Obedient.” I roll my own eyes, not even believing the shit coming out of my own mouth. I’ll do or say anything to rile her up.

I jiggle the door handle.

It’s locked.

“Come on baby. Do you think locking this will keep me out? Sally left me the master set of keys.”

“Bullshit! Because she left them with me.”

I hang my head, resting my forehead on her door. “Baby. Let me in.”

“NEVER!”

“Why are you so pissed off anyway?” My lips quirk because I already know why. She wants me. Hardcore. And admitting that is killing her.

“I’ll be in my shower if you want to join…”

Silence.

I glance at my watch. “Five more hours and that ass is mine,” I growl.

Nada.

“Babe? Are you climbing out the window? You know, I’m teasing…?”

“No. You’re not.” The door opens a crack.

“Babe.”

She has some foul-smelling mask on her face, funky gloves and her spa robe. “Got anything on under that?” I finger the sash tied at her waist.

“You wanna find out?”

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