Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Pierre opens the door, allowing Monica to go inside first, then myself. If peacefulness is what they’re after, they nailed it. The walls are a soft cream, the accents gold, the lit-up spa sign in turquoise states the name, and it’s packed. Men and women alike are inside, some looking at the products that are for sale, some talking to the estheticians and massage therapists, but for the most part there’s a line.
“Oh, this isn’t all. There are even stylists here. It’s literally everything in one stop, which makes women happy, the men in their life happier, and it’ll make you the happiest because they’ll spend more time gambling.” Masterminds, the both of them. We stand off to the side as I’m watching things with a methodical eye.
“I’ll be right back. I see the person I’ve been wanting you to meet.” Monica squeezes my forearm before taking off, leaving Pierre and myself to continue standing. I’ve met a lot of employees throughout the hiring process, some I remember, most I don’t. Wylder Hotel and Casino employs more than two hundred people, and it’s impossible to remember them all.
“Are you happy with how things are going so far?” Pierre asks, making small talk.
“I am. Things are going smoothly, almost too smoothly. I’d be a fool not to worry about when the doors fully open on Monday.” Thinking about it is enough to need a drink, particularly my one vice that I allow myself to indulge in. I’m smart with money, don’t buy material things, but the one thing I end a stressful day with is a glass of bourbon.
“Here she is. Mr. Hayes, I’d like to introduce you to Celeste Reyes. Finally, two business-oriented masterminds meet.” My hand goes out to hers, shaking it before reluctantly letting it go. That’s what Celeste Reyes has done to me, stopping me in my tracks. The man who doesn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure is rethinking every fucking thing I’ve said I’d never do. It comes in the form of the dark-haired beauty who has a sweet smile, soft eyes, and a banging body. And now that my sights are set on her, I know I’ll go to whatever means necessary to have Celeste under me, on top of me, or pressed against me.
TWO
Celeste
Busy, chaotic, hectic, that’s how this evening is shaping up to be, and considering this is my bread and butter, I’m completely okay with it. My nerves might be a righteous mess, but the outcome will be worth it judging by the appointments that are being booked and the products that are flying off the shelf. So, when Monica poked her head in the room where I was showing a potential client the couples massage therapy room, I knew she needed me. Wrapping up the tour was easy. Meeting the man standing before me in a custom three-piece suit and what I’m sure is custom Italian leather shoes, well, that’s entirely different. Wylder Hayes, known as Wylde, has made a name for himself all around in the Vegas business scene as well as the society pages. Though there isn’t too much you can find on him when you dive deeper, he may be tagged with women who are gorgeous enough to be models, if they aren’t already. Mum’s the word with anything related to his personal life, believe me. I called in a friend, and when they say a woman is the number-one investigator who can scrounge up any and all dirt that’s related to a man, they know what they’re talking about. Tyra is a newly divorced woman, has a toddler always on her hip, and did her own searching when her now ex-husband was acting all kinds of shady. When she looked into Wylde, she hit a brick wall, which is odd. That’s why the next time her baby daddy takes her gorgeous four-year-old, Von, we’re hitting the club scene. Are we too old? Maybe. Do we care? Absolutely not. Women in their early thirties still need to live, and that’s what the two of us do.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Reyes.” Wylde’s eyes flick to my hand, noticing the lack of a ring on that finger or a tan from wearing one, allowing him to use the title he chose.
“It’s good to meet you as well, Mr. Hayes.” Seeing as how he used my name formally and he’s my boss, I’ll be doing the exact same thing. We’re so close I can smell the scent that is clearly uniquely his—rich tones of caramel, tobacco, and something sweet. It’s dark and sultry, violating more than just my senses. Without my permission, I can feel my nipples tighten, and a throb takes place between my legs. That’s how much his presence has taken control of my body.
It's then when the two of us notice that Monica and Pierre have abandoned ship. They’re nowhere to be seen, and I’ve read the employee handbook. I might be the owner of my own business, but still, I’m the one renting the building on his property, meaning that he’s still my boss in every sense of the word, even if it’s in a more landlord type of way. The handbook included a no-fraternization policy between employees in big, black, bold letters, which makes Wylder Hayes so off-limits it's not even funny.