Weekend in Vegas!: Saving Cinderella!. Jackie Braun

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      “Of sorts,” he agreed. “But the cars are actually for sale to those who have enough money, and people do pull out their millions and buy them every day.”

      She laughed. “I’ll start saving my millions tomorrow. Just as soon as I have my shop paid for.”

      Wyatt was glad she’d said that. It was good to be reminded how temporary she was.

      “Last hotel,” he said, leading the way. “One of the finest in the world.”

      “It’s beautiful,” she agreed, as they paused before the fountains of the Bellagio. “But you said it was one of the finest, and I know that’s a title you covet for McKendrick’s…So I guess I don’t understand tonight’s tour. You have a totally gorgeous and amazing hotel. Why show me the ones I won’t be sending people to?”

      He held out his hands, as if to concede her point. “But you might send them here for some things—a restaurant, a view, a good photo op. It may not make sense to promote a competitor’s wares, but it’s all about giving the customer the perfect experience. No one hotel does it all. If a customer is looking for something we don’t have, I’ll provide it by sending them elsewhere during their stay with us. In the end it pays off. They tend to remember that we were willing to bend over backward, including letting them escape our clutches for a few hours, to ensure their satisfaction, and they return to us. It works. Besides, placing too many restrictions on people tends to backfire.”

      His mouth was set in a hard line. This was obviously something he felt strongly about.

      She wondered if that was why he was a loner. Because relationships placed too many restrictions on him? But of course Wyatt’s personal life was none of her business, was it?

      Wyatt followed up the hotel tour with trips to a few of the local sights. An amusement park, a quick drive past a museum.

      “There are also helicopter tours. The city is something else, all lit up and seen from above. The colors against the dark sky are intense.”

      “I never knew Las Vegas had this much to offer,” she said.

      Her enthusiasm made him want to show her more…which was a definite sign that he should end the tour.

      “One more thing this evening,” he said, and then wished he hadn’t said it. It made it sound as if there would be other nights, which wasn’t wise. He was here tonight only because he’d been concerned for Alex’s safety.

      At least he hoped that was true. This had to be a one-night show. He didn’t fraternize with many people, and certainly not with his employees. People could get hurt. Then there would be regrets attached to his home and his business.

      “So…are we going to a mystery destination?” Alex asked, her voice breaking the silence at last.

      “We’re almost there. The sun is at just the right angle at this time of day.”

      She chuckled. “Is this like one of those movies where the sun shines through a break in the rocks, bounces off something, and magically opens the entrance to a secret cave? We certainly seem to be out in the middle of nowhere.”

      “Not exactly nowhere,” Wyatt said, wishing Alex’s little chuckle wasn’t so low and sexy. “We’ll only be an hour outside of the city. I promise this will be special, Alex.”

      Within minutes he heard her gasp as the sun hit the stark ancient red rocks that stretched out before them. The stone was gold and crimson and deep orange where the sun’s rays caressed the rock, and shadowy black where the rays couldn’t reach. “It’s—that’s so beautiful. What’s it called?”

      “It’s the Valley of Fire, the oldest state park in Nevada and my favorite day-trip.”

      “It’s wonderful. A good place to recommend to people who want to get away. Is that why you brought me here?”

      Her question caught him off guard. He didn’t have a clue why he had brought her here. Originally he’d told himself that he was trying to show her as many sights as he could, but now he suspected that he’d been hoping for that gasp at the first sight of his favorite retreat. Which had nothing to do with work.

      That made it personal and unacceptable. She was his employee, in his care. What was more, she’d been so hurt by men that she’d given them up, and he certainly had nothing to offer her. Still, they were here, so he drove to some of the more scenic areas along the road.

      “Look, people are getting married,” she said, gesturing to a woman in a white wedding dress, her groom slipping a ring on her finger.

      Alex’s comment almost made Wyatt smile. “People are always getting married everywhere in Las Vegas, and in every way imaginable,” he reminded her. “But, yes, this is a well-known wedding destination.”

      “Do you have many weddings at McKendrick’s? I saw a picture of the hotel on the Internet last night. Before it was yours it was a sad little place. No one would have gotten married there.”

      “They do now. It just needed some tweaking.”

      She laughed.

      “What?”

      “Tweaking is far too tame a word for what you’ve done with the hotel. It’s unique and beautiful.”

      Okay, how could he not smile at that? “Are you sure you’re not a bit biased?”

      “I’m totally biased in some ways,” she conceded, “but not in every way. I try never to let my personal feelings overshadow my common sense.”

      It was, Wyatt thought, something that should have made him feel better. Instead it intrigued him. He wanted to know her better. That could be dangerous. Already he was doing things with her that he never did with any woman.

      Like smiling, teasing, wanting to get closer than was wise.

      And when they returned to the hotel, and he took her hand to help her out of the car, he had an aching desire to raise her hand, place his mouth on her palm, kiss her fingertips and pull her into his arms.

      Instead he merely held her hand a second too long, and she looked as if he’d burned her.

      That was a warning. He could hurt Alex. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to kiss her.

      “Good night, Alexandra.” He forced himself to walk away.

      But somewhere in the night he woke remembering her smile, her scent, her soft skin…which was totally unacceptable. Alex Lowell wasn’t for him. She was an employee, an emotional woman, and he had ripped that kind of thing from his life years ago. He needed and wanted no one.

      Still, the thought of Alex’s soft voice seduced him. He stepped out onto the balcony of the penthouse, hoping for distraction in the night scene below. Clamping his hands on the railing, he stared into the darkness for a very long time.

      Working with Alexandra Lowell was going to be a challenge.

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