They want me to do this one last guest, and then I’m being let go.
“I’ll be quick as I know you’re both scheduled upstairs,” Ruby says seriously. “I had a meeting with Mr. Lewis earlier, and he asked for a couple more girls to join him on his new project at the resort in the Caribbean. He wanted me to suggest two girls who I thought would be best for the job. And that brings me to you two …” she says while smiling at us.
Lauren and I glance at each other before looking back at Ruby.
“Would you be interested in working at the new Paradise Club resort?”
Lauren and I look at each other again, but neither one of us is game to speak because we don’t believe what we’re hearing.
“Are you asking if Eloise and I are willing to move to the Caribbean?” Lauren asks our boss.
“Yes, I think you girls are always up for an adventure. Plus, you will be getting a raise for going due to the island’s remoteness.” Ruby smirks.
“How much more?” I ask.
“Nearly double what you’re earning now. You will be working longer hours compared to the club here, though. Everything is included … meals, drinks, gym, beauty, and you’ll have access to all the resort facilities on your day off free of charge,” Ruby explains.
My mind is racing a hundred miles a minute as I take in everything Ruby is saying.
“How have we not said yes yet?” Lauren turns and smiles at me.
“It’s going to be hard work. You will be at the guests’ beck and call twenty-four hours a day until they leave the island,” Ruby warns.
“No bills, Elle. You can saveall your money,” Lauren says, nodding enthusiastically. Lauren’s right, if everything is paid for, then my entire wage is saved. I’m going to be that much closer to my dream.
“Hell, yeah, let’s do it,” I say, giving Lauren a wide smile.
“Fuck, yeah!” She squeals.
“Great! It’s still a little while away regarding the move, but they wanted to finalize the number of staff who will be on the island. You’ll have to share a villa with two other people,” Ruby advises.
“But it’s all-inclusive?” Lauren asks.
“Yes!” Ruby nods.
“Then I’m okay with sharing. As long as the two of us are together, that’s all that matters,” Lauren states.
“Don’t worry, I’ve made a note of it on your files. If that’s all, ladies, you’re dismissed,” she says with a smile, and we both stand and walk quickly out of her office. As soon as the door shuts behind us, we jump up and down like crazy people.
“I can’t believe they chose us for the resort,” I say to Lauren excitedly.
“See, I told you we had nothing to worry about. We are fricken awesome,” Lauren states smugly as she gives me a tight hug.
“Girls,enoughchitchat! Go to your guests,” Sara calls down the corridor to us.
Shit! That’s right, Mr. King is waiting for me.
“I’m so going to fuck the shit out of Mr. Fox when I get up there.” Lauren squeals as she kisses my cheek and disappears down one of the dark tunnels that have been built behind the guest rooms to hide our entrance.
I can’t keep the smile off my face as I walk along the tunnels toward the room. Tonight, Mr. King has asked for a happy ending massage which is tame for a beginner—I guess it’s first-time jitters. It’s the safest thing to choose if you’re unsure of what The Paradise Club has to offer.
After I reach the door, I peek through the one-way window at the top, which allows me to see into the room without the guest knowing, just to check that everything is as it seems.
Mr. King is walking around the room raking his hands through his hair and muttering to himself.Is this guy a hot nut case?They should have mentioned that in his profile. I take in his large body which is dressed in jeans and a tailored white shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his thick, tanned, corded forearms. There’s a platinum watch on his left hand which I can’t quite make out the model, but I know the brand—expensive, at least fifty thousand pounds expensive.
Who the hell are you, Mr. King?
The longer I stay there, the more I realize he looks like he’s moments away from bolting from the room, and I don’t want that to happen. Not now that I have seen him in the flesh, and excited tingles are beginning to lace my body. Plus, I’m in the mood to celebrate, and I want to celebrate with him.
My hand pushes the door open, and I step into the room. The sound of the door unlocking from behind him has Mr. King turning around quickly. His hazel eyes flare with interest as they give me one long sweep up and down before a smile falls across his lips.
This is going to be fun.