Love Walks In(9)By: Samantha Chase
In that instant, it didn’t matter that she was trespassing. It didn’t matter that she was clearly breaking and entering. All that mattered was watching the movement of her body.
Then she disappeared through the window and into his office.
It took a full minute for Hugh to realize he was staring at nothing but his window before he shook his head to clear it and made his move. In a flash he was silently through the window, and his sexy intruder hadn’t noticed. She was looking around the dimly lit room, and unfortunately he couldn’t get a good look at her.
Standing in the corner, he continued to observe. If she was going to try to steal something, he wanted to be certain to catch her in the act. In a perfect world, he’d hit the lights as soon as she took something that clearly didn’t belong to her so he could press charges. He hated people touching his belongings—especially when they so blatantly held such little regard for his privacy.
But who was she? Why was she here in his office?
“Finally,” he heard her mutter. Stepping closer to his desk, he reached for the small lamp there and turned it on. A small scream escaped her at the intrusion of light.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Hugh asked with a calmness he didn’t feel. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he felt as poleaxed at the sight of her face as he had at the sight of her climbing through the window.
The first thing to register was the fact that she was wearing more than the hot-pink thong. She had on a strapless white dress. It hit mid-thigh and showcased a curvy body and tanned limbs. Her hair was long and blond, and she looked like some sort of beach goddess.
Huge blue eyes stared back at him. One hand covered her heart as the other covered her belly. “Who…? What are you…?”
“Doing in my own office?” he supplied. “I believe that’s what I should be asking you. How about explaining why it is you’re in here and why you decided to climb in through the window? Some call it breaking and entering.” Hugh watched the play of emotion on her face as she lowered her hands to her sides. He expected tears. He expected apologies. He certainly didn’t expect attitude.
“You stole my suitcase,” she snapped at him.
“You heard me,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking a hip. “That suitcase right there? It’s mine. You had no right to take it.”
Hugh was stunned speechless. He owned the damn resort—didn’t this woman realize that? “You left it out in the middle of the property. I brought it here to keep it safe. Anyone could have grabbed it and taken off with it. I was simply making sure nothing happened to it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. It wasn’t your responsibility. I left it there for a reason.”
He cocked a brow at her. “Oh really? And what was it?”
“None of your business,” she said evenly, then looked at the watch on her slim wrist. “Look, are we cool here? Obviously the luggage is mine so…can I go?”
Was this woman for real? “Actually, it’s not obvious the luggage is yours. There’s no tag on it, no identification. And if you knew it was in here, why didn’t you go to the front desk and ask for it?”
A little of her bravado seemed to fade. “They were busy and…and…I needed to get it so I can go.”
“Leaving already? Were you even a guest here?”
She nodded. “I really need to go. What’s it gonna take to prove to you this suitcase is mine?”
The resort was small enough that Hugh normally recognized his guests. He didn’t recognize this woman, and God knew she was attractive enough that had he seen her before, he definitely would have remembered. “I don’t believe you.”
“About what?” she asked incredulously.
“About being a guest. I know all of our guests. I never saw you before.”
She rolled her eyes again. “We just checked in this morning. What are you, resort security?”
“No,” he said smugly. “The resort owner.”
Those blue eyes went wide again. Slowly she composed herself. “Okay, Mister Resort Owner. What happens now?”