Perfect Pleasure. Book 3. Chapter 1

Tom handed Lorilee the towel and took the watch from her fingers. “I’m sorry, Lorilee. My real name is Ashton. Ashton Blake.” He ran his fingers through his damp hair.

Though she’d known by the closed, shuttered look in his eyes, the firm set to his mouth, and the stillness of his body, his confession still shocked her. The man who’d made love to her wasn’t Tom Tavish, assistant manager of Seaside Resort. So who was he?

The bathroom suddenly felt too small, too confined. She grabbed the towel from him, wrapped the soft, fluffy cotton around her body, and with one quick swipe, gathered her clothing from the bathroom floor. She tried to push past Tom—or Ashton—but he snagged her arm.

“I can explain, Lorilee.”

Standing up straight, she met his hard blue gaze. “Nothing to explain,” she said. “You lied to me.”

“Yes. I lied to you, and everyone here.”

Not only had he lied to her and misrepresented himself, but also if he were the owner of the resort—of