London refused to glance away from the intensity of Mateu’s gaze. Six stars? Holy hell, yes please.
At least that’s how she would feel if he wasn’t a sexy son-of-a-b***h who was only pretending to help her for his own gain.
And so she’d keep reminding herself.
Of all the nerve. He’d confirmed her suspicion that he was planning to work her for a good review as soon as he asked to show her around. And the bit about being able to arrange his own schedule? He must have meant the one where he was supposed to manipulate the Huntington’s newest guest into giving a five-star review. Well, then she imagined he certainly could make all the time in the world.
And she’d make the most of all of it. Her vacation was back on track.
Even though she hated handing control of it—or anything—to a man she
