Free Mr. Romantic: A Mister Standalone (The Mister Series Book 2) by J.A. Huss

in bed? Maybe she likes it in the ass? Maybe she was a little buttoned-up schoolgirl until college and then went crazy as she vented her sexual frustrations?
    I wonder how well she can suck cock?
    It amuses me so much, I laugh out loud.
    But…
    If I want her ideas about the resort, then she’s probably off the table for a kinky one-night stand.
    Decisions, decisions.
    Maybe I’ll just play it by ear?
    The conference room phone buzzes, so I reach over and grab the receiver from the middle of the table. “Yeah,” I say.
    “Mr. Delaney, Miss Rockwell is packed and ready at the front desk. She says you’re making travel arrangements?”
    “Tell her to go back to the bungalow and unpack, Denise. And tell her to grab some dinner from the restaurant and charge it to the room. I’m going to require another meeting with her tomorrow.”
    “Ummm. Yes, sir. I’ll do that.”
    I look at the candidate files in front of me, then ease Ivy Rockwell’s closer. She’s amazing on paper. How fucking smart do you have to be to get your BA and MBA at the same time? I’ve heard of people doing it, but not at a school like Brown. And all the guys I knew of completed most of their BA’s in high school, before they ever got to college. Dual track, I think they called it. I bet that preacher father of hers was all about overachieving.
    I can see it, actually. I can picture her in that little schoolgirl outfit, studying late on Saturday nights in the library as she completed two sets of courses in high school.
    She’s amazing in person, as well. I picture those perfect pink lips wrapped around my cock, her big blue eyes staring up at me as I grab her hair and force her to take me all the way down her throat.
    God dammit . Why did she have to come up with a unique idea?
    What if… what if I fuck her senseless tonight and then hire her tomorrow?
    It just might work.
    Oh, Nolan Delaney, you are one sneaky bastard. That should’ve been my name back at Brown. Mr. Sneaky Bastard.
     
     

Chapter Ten - Ivy
     

    “Mr. Delaney wants you to go back to your cabana, unpack, and then get dinner and charge it to the room.”
    “What?”
    “I’m sorry, Miss Rockwell. That’s what he said. I don’t know any more than that. He wants another meeting with you tomorrow.”
    “Another meeting?” I whisper to myself.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “OK.” I sigh. “Thank you.” I grab the handle of my carry-on bag and go back out the lobby, past the pool, and into the little secluded residence section. It’s not quite dark yet, but the sun is low in the sky and the unbearable heat is finally starting to fade.
    When I pass the private pool I think of the swimsuit I bought. I left it in the pretty bag, sitting on a chair in the cabana. I couldn’t make myself take that suit. I don’t want to take anything from these people. But Nolan Delaney said to stay. What can I do about it? He’s the one with the jet. If he doesn’t call it to take me home, then I’m stuck doing his bidding.
    But another meeting is a good sign. I bite my lip as I think what it might mean.
    What it might mean, Ivy Rockwell, is that he knows you’re on to something, regardless of what Claudette says. I tiptoe past her bungalow, but I don ’ t think she ’ s in there because the curtains are open and I can see inside.
    When I get inside I unpack my clothes and change into a yellow sundress and a pair of flip flops. I pull my hair up in a ponytail and wash my face, relieved to be rid of the day’s makeup.
    I should call Nora and tell her everything. Tell her what a supercunt Claudette is. Tell her how weird the infamous Mr. Romantic is.
    But she will keep me on the phone for hours and my stomach is rumbling. That salad this afternoon wasn’t enough to satisfy me through the night.
    Besides, Nora will see right through me and start asking about how hot Nolan is. And that’s not something I can deny.
    He is damn hot.
    And the way he stared at me when I finished my presentation,