Is this recent drama yet another sign that Dominic Rexford has exhausted his ability to lead the historic hotel as a contender against younger, hipper challengers?
Blaine Prescott certainly thinks so. “The Rexford has been an old, dying horse for years. It’s sad, really, watching it expire so painfully. It’s easy to blame outside forces, like the appeal of better hotels drawing customers away. That may be true, but really, bad management is likely the bigger culprit.”
Ouch! Perhaps Alexander’s fresh, adventurous style is just what The Rexford needs to turn things around. Which bring us to the big question: Does the Windy City, and The Rexford, have room for two Rexford brothers?
The minute I get into work on Monday, the other interns pounce.
“What’s going on?” Brad demands.
“What do you mean?”
“The article, stupid,” he stares at me like I’m a total moron. “The big feud. Come on, Juliet. Tell us what you know.”
“Nothing more than you.” I shake him off, determined to get out of here at lightning speed. I don’t have the patience to deal with this drama. I’ve been thinking about Dominic all night and how this must be affecting him.
“Right.” Brad sneers. “All that quality time you’ve been spending with Rexford, and you don’t know anything?”
“Are you referring to the time I’ve spent shadowing Mr. Rexford in the corporate office?” I narrow my eyes in challenge. Say no, you little round asshat, and I’ll rip what’s left of your hair out of your balding head.
“Come on.” He blows it off. “Is the board thinking about voting Rexford out and letting the brother in?” He looks behind him at the group. “It’s no secret this place is going down. Damnit, Shauna had the right idea jumping ship before it sinks.”
I give them all a look. “Seriously? One little gossip column, and you’re all ready to run? Maybe you should focus more on doing your jobs here, and less on that tabloid trash.”
They don’t look convinced. I sigh. “I know we’re all worried about the rumors. But that’s all it is, guys. Rumors from a gossip column. Our internships will go on as normal, unless we hear otherwise. Okay?”
I’m not sure when I became mother hen of this group, but the reassurance seems to work. We all head out to work, and then my phone sounds with a text.
My heart jumps, and then jumps again. What if it’s Dominic? Shit, what if it isn’t Dominic?
I dig the phone out of my purse.
I need you in the boardroom immediately.
I want to be cautious, but I feel a surge of hope. The last time he called me to the office… I shake it off. After Friday night, he owes me one hell of an explanation before I’m letting him get in my panties again.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
I head up to the boardroom, trying to calm myself in the elevator on the way up. When I get to the room, I see it’s full for the morning meeting, every seat taken. Dom is at the head of the table, and Alexander is beside him. He has the sun-bleached, wavy hair of a beach God, golden tan skin and light green eyes. Dominic is his polar opposite: dark and foreboding.
Alexander sees me. He gives a knowing smirk as his gaze sweeps over me. I’m embarrassed, but I tip my chin up and stare right back at him. He’s not going to get to me.
The room is nearly full as I make my way to the chairs along the back wall.
“Ms. Evans,” Dominic calls out. A chill goes down my spine as I stop and look at him. “Have a seat here, please.”