“No, this is Hunter’s place. Don’t be uncomfortable about it. He wouldn’t like it,” she said. “Besides, you’ll have your own room.
“Do you always do what Mr. Grey likes? Are you two married?” I asked in a jealous snit. It hit me was she the one taking the photo of the room with my night lover?
“No, he’s our older brother. Gage and I are twins,” Chloe laughed and shook her head. She was spectacularly beautiful.
“So do all of you own the resort?” I knew that they did, but I wanted to see what she had to say.
“We own the majority of the town,” she remarked, moving along the corridor pulling my luggage along.
“Wow,” I exclaimed. I was feeling more awkward by the moment. They were an accomplished and wealthy family, and I was nearly begging for a job. I was surprised they had time to escort me here.
“Do you want something to eat?” she asked me as she walked me to the bedroom that I would be staying in. I looked around the large room, but my thoughts were still on Mr. Grey.
“Not now. Is this the room I’ll be staying in?” I questioned.
“Yes, Hunter’s room is just through those doors,” Chloe remarked, pointing to the door across the room, next to what I assume was the closet.
I didn’t say what I was thinking, but she anticipated my question. “Hunter is having part of the house remodeled and these rooms are unaffected by the dust.”
“Oh, I…” I blushed with embarrassment.
“Don’t apologize. We practically pulled you out of bed and dragged you back to our Den. It’s natural to have some concern, but I promise nothing bad will happen to you.”
“Thanks. I was wondering…is there a reason Gage doesn’t speak to me?” It was something that I found weird and rude.
“It’s because he’s a flirt. Hunter asked for us to keep the men away from you until you were comfortable being here. Gage isn’t the biggest of the men that live here. They can be pretty intimidating.”
“Yes, the other guy was giving me the willies,” I admitted in a hushed voice with a shudder.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to be concerned with him. I’ll let Hunter know when he comes back. Gage and I will be spending the night so that you’ll get settled.”
“Thanks. So I’m a manager, or is that what you just told him to shut up his questions?” That was a high position for a person with my experience.
“What makes you think you’re not a manager?” she countered with an arched brow.
I gave her a shrug and with a snarky tone, I replied, “I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I didn’t send in anything or because I don’t have the experience.”
She looked annoyed but regained her composure, and stated plainly, “Catherine, I’m saying this as nicely as possible. Hunter makes the rules; they are to be obeyed, and he’s asked to bring you here. So Gage and I are doing just that.”
“Fine,” I hissed.
“Would you like to go on a tour of the house now, or would you like to rest before dinner is served?”
“I’m actually still tired, so I’m just going to take a quick nap,” I muttered. I needed some time to think about what the hell managed to happen in the last twenty-four hours of my life.
“Great,” she said and walked out of the room.
I fell onto the bed face first with my legs hanging half off. My thoughts were all surrounding Hunter Grey, and if he really was my dream lover. If he was, what did that mean and how was that even possible? I didn’t think I would fall asleep, but apparently I did. Chloe walked into the room and tapped my shoulder until I woke up.
“Dinner is about ready. You must have been exhausted, it’s been four hours since our arrival,” she said with a smile.
“I can’t believe it. I wasn’t really even tired—stressed, but not tired.”
“Don’t be so stressed. It’ll be just fine.”
I washed up and fixed my hair a little before joining them for dinner. I semi enjoyed the quiet dinner. It was great because I finally got Gage to open up to me.
“Look Gage, it would be great if you actually spoke to me. I find it extremely rude and frankly I don’t care what Hunter has to say about it,” I barked after getting more silent treatment from the hulking green eyed giant.
“I’m sorry, Miss Kinney,” he apologized meekly.
“It’s Catherine. Chloe calls me that, so can you. Try it. It’s not like Hunter’s going to bite your head off,” I teased, but both Gage and Chloe looked to each other and gave out a little laugh, like there was some inside joke I was missing. I didn’t even bother to ask. There was a veil of secrecy going on that I wouldn’t understand until I met Hunter.