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  “Honestly, Kenna.” Serena’s laugh tinkled throughout the room. “You’ll have enough to do in the present without worrying about the past.”

  “The past is quite important to any corporation’s present or future.” Kenna looked around her, but oddly enough, few met her gaze.

  Except Wes. He cocked his head and studied her, the only one in the room to do so directly. “You have paperwork to back up your thoughts?”

  Did she have paperwork? She loved paperwork. “Yep.”

  “It sounds extremely interesting.”

  “It is extremely interesting.”

  He wiggled his fingers toward her. “May I?”

  Kenna looked around again. Suddenly everyone was meeting her gaze. What a bunch of suck-ups. “Sure.” She tossed him the reports.

  He caught them with ease, tucked them under his arm and looked around him. “Thanks. Okay, people, here’s how the VP positions are going to work.” He then outlined how the division of duties would affect them, and what it meant to each department, while Kenna used the time to take stock of the fact that dark conservative clothing prevailed.

  Except for Wes and his red tie, that is. She nearly grinned at that. Besides the tie, her turquoise skirt was the bright spot in the room.

  When he finished, she shook a lot more hands. There was Mr. Bad Tie, Ms. Needs Highlights and so many others she hoped like hell she remembered their names later. In the midst of the can’t-wait-to-work-with-you speeches, Kenna caught Serena’s go-to-hell expression. Kenna knew from past experience that Serena was officially out to make her life miserable. Great. Just what she needed. Kenna escaped as soon as possible, looking forward to finding her office and digging into more work. On the way out, she grabbed Serena’s arm. “Which office did you say was mine?”

  An unholy gleam came into her cousin’s eyes. “Fifth one on the right past the desk you saw me at earlier. Later.”

  Yeah. Hopefully not.

  Kenna followed the directions, counting the doors, and had just put her hand on the handle when she heard someone clear their throat.

  Already she knew that sound, as the man it belonged to was a bundle of contradictions—cool and aloof, and yet capable of unpredictable bouts of quick wit and good humor. She’d told herself to ignore him, but deciding it and doing it were two entirely separate things.

  Slowly she pivoted and faced one most definitely not-ignorable Weston Roth.

  His smile was pure trouble. “Next round,” he said, and lifted a stack of papers and files in his hand. “These are for you.”

  CHAPTER 7

  KENNA STARED at Wes and took a deep breath. Next round. Perfectly chosen words. Fighting words. And Wes certainly had the build of a finely honed boxer, all tall and toughly lean.

  Oh, yes, this was the next round. Bring it on. “What do you have there?”

  “Since you gave me your paperwork, I thought it only fair to share mine for the day. I’ve got a stack of files and reports that will bring you up to speed for the week’s worth of meetings.”

  She stared at him, she couldn’t help it. He was actually going to bring her into the decision-making process. He was going to treat her like an equal.

  She’d known he’d have to make at least a pretense of it, but it appeared he planned on doing more than that. Why that touched her, she had no idea, but it did. It touched her and took her completely off guard. Clearly she’d been feeling a little more vulnerable than she could have imagined. But she hadn’t gone with the waterproof mascara this morning so she bucked up. Besides, it was one thing to have a bad or weak moment, another entirely to show it.

  “In particular,” he said. “I’ve got employee contracts and union demands. We’re meeting with the reps in an hour to discuss strategies, so you might want to hustle.”

  The lump turned to pure irritation. An hour? She could never—

  “Can you get it together?”

  “Of course,” she said, her nose so high in the air she risked a nosebleed.

  Wes gestured to her still-closed office. “Did you pick this one?”

  “Serena did.”

  His dark-blue eyes, deep and mysterious behind his glasses, gave nothing away, nothing except a small glimmer of amusement. “You two are close then, huh?”

  “Like this.” She lifted two fingers, entwined. “So…we’re working on employee contracts today.”

  “Just this morning. By eleven we’ll be going over the financial statements. Quarterlies just came in.”

  Great, she’d be in her element, as opposed to this morning and the union work, which she knew nothing about. Yikes. She’d have to speed-read, she’d have to— Her thoughts scattered away when she realized he was staring at her. Specifically, her mouth. “Um…what? Do I have crumbs on my face or something?”

  “Nothing.” He looked away.

  And she found herself looking at his mouth. Firm and…well, downright sexy if she was being honest.

  Whoa. She had no idea where that completely inappropriate thought had come from. He was a suit. He was a Mallory drone. He was completely and totally not for her.

  Ever.

  “Okay, listen.” He took a step closer, pinning her with nothing more than his sharp eyes and the feel of his big, beautiful body nearly brushing hers. “Did something weird just happen?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

  He looked at her for a long moment. “You’re right. It was nothing.”

  She managed a smile. “Look at that, our third agreement. This is going to be a piece of cake.”

  His mouth curved. “Cake, huh?”

  Oh, boy, he had a smile. It went straight to her good spots, which hello, hadn’t been heard from in a while. It made her own smile freeze.

  “Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t overthink it. It was nothing. Remember that.”

  “And even if it wasn’t nothing, I’m good at discipline. I can eat just one cookie or even one chip and resist—”

  “I’m not a cookie, Kenna. Or a chip.”

  She couldn’t help it, she laughed, thinking a cookie and a delicious-looking man weren’t really all that different.

  “Terrific.” He let out a frustrated breath. “Look, I don’t suppose you can not laugh? Ever?”

  Slowly, fighting a smile, she shook her head.

  “Yeah.” A muscle in his jaw ticked.

  Interesting. Also a little unsettling. She tugged his red tie. “Was this for me, Wes?”

  His dark, dark eyes were inscrutable as they roamed her face. “Maybe I just needed a splash of color.” He leaned past her and opened the door.

  Of course he smelled fantastic. And she had to work not to snuggle in and breathe deep of his woodsy scent. Oh brother, what was the matter with her today? Had it been that long since a man had looked at her?

  Yes, she had to admit. Her last boyfriend had taught yoga and had been so low-key, so relaxed, she’d often put a hand over his mouth and nose in bed to make sure he was still breathing.

  He hadn’t even realized when she’d left him.

  He probably still hadn’t realized.

  To distance herself, she walked into her new office, if it could be called an office. The place was spotless, she’d give it that. And smaller than a postage stamp. Seriously, the place was too small to be a closet. The chrome desk took up the entire floor, so much so that when two women and a man tried to follow them in—Ms. Needs Highlights, Mr. Bad Tie and a woman Kenna hadn’t met—each with their arms full of various files and computer reports, they had to crowd in the doorway rather than come in.

  “Ms. Mallory, here’s the conferencing schedule for the week—”

  “Ms. Mallory, I’ve got subcontractor contracts for you to go over—”

  “Ms. Mallory, I have—”

  Head spinning, Kenna held up a hand. She looked around the place and shook her head. Serena had definitely gotten her.

  New score: Serena—1, Kenna—1.

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p; Wes stepped up. “I’ll talk to Serena—”

  “No,” she said firmly, not wanting to give Serena any extra reasons to deal with Wes. That alone made so little sense, she shook the thought off. “I’ll handle it.” With a deep breath, she looked at the employees waiting to hand her stacks of…stuff. She’d had classes in both management and hotel management, she’d grown up on bedtime stories about the hotel industry, but for the first time it truly hit her that she had no practical experience. The urge to panic nearly overcame her. Calming images, she could hear Ray telling her. Calming images. She was in a boat, on a beautiful ocean bay…

  With a leak. “Lay it on me,” she said, and held out her hands.

  In less than sixty seconds, they’d left her a mountain of paperwork and had vanished.

  She looked at Wes.

  He looked at her. “You should know, I told them to bring you those files.”

  “Did you think it would make me run for the hills?”

  He looked her over. “Are you feeling the urge to run?”

  “Hell, no.” She fingered the files. “And I should tell you, I’m not feeling scared either.”

  “What are you feeling?”

  “Very, very competitive.” She smiled. “I’m going to do this, Wes.”

  “So you’ve said.”

  “I’m sorry if you thought this job would be yours alone, but I’m not sorry I’m here.”

  Before he could respond to that, her phone started ringing.

  “I don’t think an assistant has been assigned to you yet.” Wes reached for the phone.

  She pushed his hand aside and got it herself. “Kenna Mallory,” she answered, but the phone kept ringing. She realized her phone had three lines and each of them were going off. She listened to some harassed duty manager start to ramble on about a celebrity wanting to redecorate her suite with her own artwork.

  “Can you hold?” Kenna clicked on to the other line and was rewarded with a housekeeping manager ranting about the scheduling mix-up and how she needed authorization to call in off-duty help. “Hold please.”

  By the time she got to line three, the person had either hung up or been transferred to depths unknown.

  “What do you have?” Wes asked.

  “Nothing I can’t handle.” She looked pointedly toward the door.

  “Oh, you want to be on your own.”

  “I do pretty good on my own.” She punched line one. “Hello. Tell the celebrity she can bring in any artwork she’d like as long as she doesn’t mar the walls or damage any artwork currently in her room.” She punched line two. “Call in whatever help you need to get through the shift.” She hung up the phone and looked at Wes.

  “The celebrity should have been told no,” he said.

  “Maybe he or she has been on tour and is homesick, and needs a piece of home,” she said.

  “Maybe they’re just spoiled rotten.”

  “We’re here to serve, Wes.”

  “Is that why you approved the extra staff? Which, by the way, will cost time and a half.”

  “The employees will love it, so it’ll help out both the service for the day, and boost morale at the same time.”

  He stared at her, then shook his head.

  “What?”

  “You’re nothing like your father.”

  And you’re just like him, she thought.

  He took one last look around. “This office is too small for you.”

  “It’s fine—”

  “Serena’s is twice the size of this one.”

  “Yes, well, size means a lot to Serena.”

  “I would have thought it meant a lot to you, too.”

  His gaze was daring, and she’d never been good at resisting a baiting. “Well, now,” she drawled and lifted a shoulder. “That depends on what we’re sizing.”

  He undoubtedly would have responded to that if his pager hadn’t gone off. He looked down at the thing hooked on his hip, then looked at her. “They’re here. The union reps.”

  “Okay.” Calming images. She could do this. She picked up the correct files. “Should I speed-read here or are you going to give me the Cliff Notes version?”

  He let out a grudging smile.

  Oh man, she’d nearly forgotten how attractive he could be when he did that, grudging or otherwise. “You think this is amusing?”

  “No, actually,” he said. “I’m quite intrigued by your coolness under pressure. You’ve got the blond bombshell look down, and yet…”

  “And yet?”

  “You’re the one of the toughest woman I’ve met.”

  She opened her mouth, ready to leap down his throat, but she was certain that there’d been a compliment in there somewhere. “Thanks. I think.”

  “You’re welcome. I think.”

  CHAPTER 8

  WES BRIEFED her on the way to the union meeting in short, concise sentences that were actually quite helpful. Not once was his tone condescending or critical, though she imagined behind his glasses simmered resentment at having to help her out in the first place.

  The man was clearly conflicted on this sharing-the-job thing.

  That made two of them.

  The actual meeting went well, until she realized she sided with the union and not the hotel. At one point, she turned to Wes to help explain what it was the union wanted and why it was such a good thing, but the look on his face stopped her cold.

  Oops. Wrong side.

  Afterward, she avoided Wes and the fallout that was coming, instead making her way through the hotel and stepping outside for some fresh air. She sat on a marble bench in a fabulously lush garden overlooking the ocean and wished she could take a nap on the beach.

  “How do you think it went?”

  She looked up at Wes, who looked just as at home outside in the California sun as he did in the board room. “Is that a trick question?”

  “Of course not,” he said.

  “And you’d like the truth?”

  “Yes.”

  “I think you did exceptionally well for the hotel.” He frowned. “What does that mean?”

  “It means good for you, you saved my father tons of money.”

  “But…? I’m quite positive I heard a but at the end of that sentence.”

  “But…” She looked at the glorious summer sky. “I think you did a crappy job for your employees. You didn’t back down on the two percent difference in salary increase they wanted, nor the onsite daycare…not even on the issue of sick days needing to be increased. All in all, the union accepted a sucky package, because you wined and dined their rep into thinking he got a great deal.”

  “Well, don’t hold back,” he said wryly. “Tell me how you really feel.”

  “I always will, Wes.”

  He looked at her for a long moment and sighed. “Somehow, I’m sure that’s going to be more a curse than a blessing.”

  * * *

  THE NEXT MORNING Kenna had just arrived in her office—at eight o’clock sharp, amazingly enough—when Wes appeared in her doorway.

  “Next round?” she guessed.

  “I read your report on the renovations, regarding the progress we’ve made—or not, in this case—staying on budget.”

  It shouldn’t have given her a little thrill, that he’d read her work. “Did you?”

  “And the thing is, a lot of the plans changed in progress. Your father upped the amount of art he wanted purchased, for example, as well as increasing the number of antiques in each room. Those two things alone added considerable cost, and he didn’t seem to mind.”

  “It seems frivolous, given our other policies.”

  “Such as?”

  “Such as no price breaks for locals. No specials in the restaurants. No package deals—”

  “How does that relate to the art purchasing?”

  “I’m just saying, we’re overcharging our local residents simply because someone wanted an extra picture on the wall, a picture that cost more than a small fortune. It does
n’t make any sense.”

  “We’re not catering to the locals.”

  “That’s awfully snobbish.”

  “Kenna.” He laughed. Shook his head. “Have you looked at this place? By its very nature, it’s snobbish.”

  Before she could answer, a woman came to the door. Kenna recognized her as Carrie, one of the security managers.

  “Our new equipment has arrived,” she said.

  “New equipment?” Kenna asked.

  “We ordered all new security cameras, radios and such. The latest in hotel technology,” Wes explained. “It’s been back-ordered for months. The employees have all been to classes and training, and they can’t wait to dig in.”

  “Thought you’d want to look over the inventory first,” Carrie said. “Before I alert the rest of security.”

  “I do, thanks.”

  “I do, too.” Kenna smiled into Wes’s face, which had a priceless expression of bewilderment and vexation. He’d have liked to do this alone.

  Too bad. He moved to the door and so did Kenna, meaning there was a lot of full-body contact as they squeezed through the narrow opening.

  “Kenna—”

  “Wes—” Pretending that being plastered against him in the doorway had absolutely no effect on her, when oddly enough, it did, she set a hand on his arm and imitated his warning tone. Beneath her fingers, his muscles were smooth and hard, his skin warm. This close, he seemed even larger, and oddly, not so much intimating as…

  Yikes.

  Just a little…sexy.

  She pulled her hand back.

  His gaze remained on hers. “Are you coming with me to get out of reading all those reports on your desk?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Again his lips quirked. He was going to have to stop doing that, because watching them move like that made her wonder what else his lips did well.

  Oh boy. Time to go.

  “Fine,” he said. “We’ll go together.”

  “Fine.”

  “In the name of orientation.”

  Whatever he wanted to call it, as long as she got her way.

  * * *

  WES NODDED to employees here and there, as he and Kenna made their way to security, but, despite all the distractions, he found himself watching Kenna walk.