Chapter Two
ACCORDING TO JULIAN’S mother, Samara only gave them two weeks. A ridiculous timeline, but she had been uncompromising. A trait, he himself admired. However, the clock was ticking and the stress was mounting to get the hotel back on its feet.
His office door opened and shut. Samara’s soft foot falls sounded in the small room.
“Your report?” he asked her as he continued to stare at the computer screen. He’d slept terribly and currently it felt like tiny elves had taken their picks to his eyeballs.
Visions of Samara’s abundant curves tortured him all night, and as he lifted his head to face her, the flesh and blood version of his dreams assailed him. She wore a knee length cotton skirt that swished around her shapely calves and a white top that exposed the creamy slopes of her
