Page 72 of Last Resort

A huge fucking problem.

And not because she’s holding out, but because she’s the only goddamn thing I want. Hell, I was all but propositioned last night after my meeting with a distributor and it held no appeal.

None.

I looked at the highly attractive woman with her come-fuck-me eyes and told her I don’t mix business with pleasure.

The irony.

Because all I wanted to do was go back to the villa and do just that. But when I got to the villa and walked in, Sutton was sound asleep on the couch. She was sprawled out, mouth open, pajamas askew, hair a mess, and I just stood there and stared at her. Stared and wanted and wondered.

There was no regret going home to that instead of taking up the offer given by a woman whose name I can’t even remember.

Sutton has broken my libido.

Goddamn broken it so that all I want is her.

How fucking fair is that?

To want a woman who I don’t deserve but crave nonetheless?

It’s going to be a long few weeks. Fucking torturous.

I grab a heavier dumbbell. Anything to push her out of my mind even if for a few fucking minutes.

“Have you seen the new chick?”

I glance up to see two of the staff members walk in from the back. They have stacks of towels in their hands that they must be resupplying.

“Which one?” the blond-haired guy says.

“Dark hair. Nice rack. Legs for days,” the dark-haired one says.

“You need to be a little more specific than that.” Blond one laughs.

“She’s management, I think. Here for a couple of months to fix shit and fire people,” Dark Hair says, causing me to pause mid bicep curl. Sutton.

She’s fucking everywhere.

“We could def use some shit fixed around here, and I’d be more than happy to see a few of the annoying peeps go too.” Blond guy laughs.

“She could fire me all she wants so long as she gives me a few parting gifts on the way out the door.”

“I bet she’s wild in the sack,” Blond says. “Those reserved, prissy ones always are.”

Dark Hair playfully shoves Blond and says, “I’ll let you know when I’m finished with her.”

I drop the weight with a thud on the mat, both employees glance in my direction, but keep talking about things they want to do to Sutton.

My blood boils.

I pull my hood off my head and walk toward them. Dark Hair sees me first and the next crass comment on his tongue dies when my eyes meet his, and I give him the best fuck you smile I can muster through my fury.

“Can I help you?” he asks as Blond turns around and sucks in a startled breath.

So he was the one who paid attention at the company-wide meeting we had the other day.

“Gentlemen.” I meet both of their eyes and don’t miss the nudge Blond gives Dark Hair.