Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Meet us down at the pool bar after you’re settled?” They both address Jacinta, and she eagerly nods her head while still holding the cocktail in her hand.
When we get to our villas, which are right next to each other, she looks over to me.
“I’m right to go to the pool bar?” she asks.
“Yes, enjoy yourself.” I walk in and shut the door quietly behind me. The villa is exquisite, one of the best five-star hotels I have ever been to.
I requested villas with pool access, so from both of our villas, you can walk straight out into the large resort pool area and swim up to the bar. The bedroom has a large king bed with four posts. The colors are natural, but the room is anything but plain. The living area has a couch in the corner, and there is a large flat-screen television hanging on the wall. As I continue to check out the villa, I step into the bathroom, which includes a bathtub that could easily fit two people and a shower with two showerheads.
Walking back to the bedroom, situated on the beds in every villa, I have organized a welcome basket. I use the same company every year, and now I don’t even bother asking what they will put in them because I know they are that good.
Looking over at mine it says …
Welcome, boss.
There’s a small bottle of vodka, a voucher to the five-star spa, robe, slippers, eye mask. All custom-made. All personalized with the guest’s name on them.
Changing out of my work clothes, I ring and order a drink to be sent to my room while I step out onto the balcony that has access to the pool and take a seat on the lounger.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” I turn to see Jacinta standing there, her robe wrapped around her and a hesitant smile on her face. “That basket is amazing, by the way. Loved it.”
“Is what okay?”
She motions over to some of our clients.
“You said to mingle and make them happy, but is it okay that I drink with them? Is that professional?”
“Yes. Go.”
She nods, but pauses. “Do you plan to come?”
“Later. I have some calls to make first.”
“Anything you need me to do?” she asks, ever so helpful.
“No.”
She nods, drops her robe, and beneath it is a bright yellow one-piece swimsuit.
Her ass, round and perfect, is almost on full display as the back of her swimsuit only covers half her skin.
Fuck.
She’s beautiful.
More than beautiful.
And I have to remember …
… do not fuck my employee.
That would be an incredibly bad mistake.
My cock stirs as Jacinta dives into the water. I watch her, unable to take my eyes off her as she swims over to a group of our clients. But then she turns back, and there’s a wide smile on her face.
“It could be a cracker of a time if you just tried.” I freeze at her words. And then somehow, somehow, I’m back to six and a half years ago, with a woman who stole me in more than one way.
How could someone be so beautiful?
“It could be a cracker of a time if you just tried.” She was attempting to convince me to go into the abandoned house. I was not keen on stepping inside that place at all. I had heard the stories, but wherever she went, I seemed to follow.
Our relationship started with friendship first, then somewhere along the way, I realized I saw her as more than that. When I told her, when I first kissed her, she laughed in my face and told me she was glad I could finally see what she had seen all along.
That we were perfect for each other.
“Not happening. Let’s go back to the car.” I turned back, but her hand laced itself in mine, and she pulled gently enough that I turned to look at her. Her smile could light up the sky. It sure as fuck lit up mine.
“If you make it inside, I’ll let you touch my boobs.”
I look down at said boobs. “I’ve touched and tasted them before.”
She shrugged. “So you know what a prize they are then,” she sung, pulling me with her, and I went because I was a teenager and the thought of touching any part of her made my cock incredibly hard. She used that to her advantage. If her father knew what we were doing, he would probably have killed us. But that never stopped Paige. Not in the slightest.
The front door was old and broken, she pushed it a little wider so we both fitted through, and the minute we were inside, she dropped her hand from mine and started stepping back.
“I did tell you … you could touch.” The dress she wore fell to the floor. Paige was shy unless it came to me. With me, she was anything but.