Housewife Gone Wild

Ryan grumbled, “This hotel belongs to the Holcomb family. Why are you working yourself to the bone for them?”

I replied, “For the money, of course.”

Ryan said, “You’re just the manager–at best you’ll clear a little over a million a year. Is it really worth killing yourself for?”

I said, “A million’s nothing to sneeze at. And I’ve got other bonuses on top of that.” I just gave him a sly grin, not wanting to spill the details.

Ryan said, “If you’re busting your chops for the cash, that’s fair enough. Just don’t lose your head and end up laying the groundwork for your ex to walk down the aisle with someone else.”

I glanced over and saw Jared, who’d had more than a few drinks, still chatting away. Amy was hovering close by, and whenever he looked unsteady, she was always right there to catch him.

Not wanting to miss anything, I quietly pulled out my phone and snapped a quick video on the sly–just in case l needed proof later.

Tracy didn’t show up today, and honestly, I had no clue why. She’d want to be here–unless Jared was the one who kept her away.

Either way, the day had gone off without a hitch, and the hotel was officially open for business.

I was sitting in a lounge, rubbing my sore calves, when suddenly the door swung open and Quinn walked in.

I shot her a cold look.

Quinn didn’t look too happy either. She said, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to pick a fight.”

“What do you want?” I asked.

me a thorough once–over. She then said, “You stole the spotlight today. All those

about me?

tinged with jealousy as she replied, “What else? They’re all saying how stunning you look, how lucky Jared

pleased with yourself, huh? From housewife to everyone’s favorite. Even if you ever get divorced,

focusing on my career. I’m not

show today–don’t pretend you didn’t want everyone looking at

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and naive,

what you’re

and more worked up, like she could see straight through me, convinced I wasn’t as

I seemed.

Ryan walked in carrying a pot of coffee. He took off his mask,

“Ms. Murphy, have

kind of guy who was ruggedly handsome–no matter the angle, he

a butterfly spotting a flower. She asked me, “Does he work for you?” Then she turned

then that

Jared’s brother–Quinn,” she said,

stars.

of my coffee, keeping a

for 150 thousand, and now, out of