Free Seducing the Enemy's Daughter by Jules Bennett Page A

knew she wouldn’t get any more work done today, so she decided to do what she always did when she was upset and wanted to take out frustrations on something. She went back to her room at the resort and cleaned.
    Oh, there were plenty of maids, but Samantha would rather have them cleaning up after an actual guest than herself. Besides, she didn’t dirty too much considering most of her time was spent in her office or milling about the hotel making sure everyone was happy.
    Sam threw on her sloppy clothes. She had no intention of going anywhere for a while.
    With tattered exercise shorts and a white tank, she grabbed her bucket of cleaning supplies.
    She scoured her bathtub until it was sparkling white. She searched for dust bunnies to attack and found only one. She reorganized her clothes in hercloset and still, still wasn’t satisfied with her self-cleansing.
    She had, however, worked up a nice sweat. Just as she was about to make use of her freshly cleaned tub, someone pounded on her suite door.
    Sam glanced down at herself and hoped it wasn’t an employee needing to talk. She was not exactly in boss mode.
    She glanced through the peephole and groaned. Be careful what you wish for.
    With no other option than to be seen at her worst, Sam opened the door.
    Brady’s eyes raked over her. “Cleaning day?” he asked with a smile.
    “Yeah. What are you doing here?”
    He shrugged and stepped in. “I was hoping you’d take me up on the dinner I offered earlier.”
    He turned to face her, looking so GQ in his white T-shirt, dark jeans and black belt and sandals.
    God, she had to look like a madwoman in his eyes. The hair she’d yanked into a ponytail had halfway fallen and her makeup surely had worn off by now.
    “I wish you would’ve rang my room first,” she told him.
    “Had I called, you would’ve found some excuse not to see me.”
    Maybe. “I’m such a mess, Brady. I’ve scrubbed my tub and reorganized my closet. I’m really not at my best.”
    “You look cute to me.” He kissed her forehead and strode into her small yet cozy living area as if they’d not just met a little over a week ago. “Go ahead and finish. I’ll just watch some TV until you’re done cleaning.”
    Defeated and a little pleased that she hadn’t scared him away by her appearance, Sam followed him. “I’ll be right back.”
    He picked up the remote, clicked on the flat-screen television. “I’ll be waiting.”
    Sam rushed into her bathroom and ran a tubful of scalding-hot water to relax her tight muscles. She made sure to shave and wash with her jasmine-scented body wash.
    It may have been a quickie bath, but when a man like Brady showed up at your front door, you had to at least try to look feminine. Freshly shaven legs and some scented lotion would go a long way.
    As she towel dried she wondered why her heart beat like a sixteen-year-old’s. This was a man she’d shared multiple kisses with. A man she was starting to care about and she believed cared for her, too.
    A man who’d made his intentions clear. He wanted her. Bad.
     
    Brady wasn’t known for his patience, but for Sam he would make an exception. No, for the fact he was going to take the resort out from under her, he’d make the exception.
    He wanted information and he wanted it yesterday.
    But most of all, after that passionate kiss in her office, he wanted his hands on her again. He needed to feel her against him, needed to hear her soft groans.
    Unable to concentrate on any program, Brady turned off the TV and settled back onto the plush, floral sofa. Behind him Sam’s soft footsteps padded from her bedroom, and he smiled. Already her jasmine scent filled the room, making him all the more eager to touch her.
    “Nothing on TV?” she asked as she took a seat beside him.
    “Nothing important.”
    She’d left her hair damp, making the golden blond seem more dark honey. Her face was pink and she’d thrown on a pair of white cotton shorts and a black tank. And