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“We’ll do everything we can to set things right, Ty. If the accusations turn out to be true, we’ve got measures in place to make sure the individual is held accountable and not the entire business.”
We leave the private meeting room and make our way toward the front door of the hotel. The place is swarming with tourists and young people dressed in cheap suits. Conference attendees, obviously. Ty mentioned he was a keynote speaker earlier this afternoon, at some junior professionals’ seminar.
“I wouldn’t have sold you my fund if I didn’t believe in you and your brothers, Cash. I’m sure you’ll figure this out. Keep me posted.”
“Will do. We’ll talk soon.”
Ty gets into the car that’s waiting to take him to the airport.
Once it pulls out of the hotel driveway, I head back inside. Hayley booked me into the hotel for two nights, but I really don’t need to stay that long. I’ll message her and tell her to book me on an earlier flight for tomorrow.
For the first time since I arrived in Hawaii hours ago, I take in the view of the palm trees and the beach.
And the bar.
Fuck, I need a drink.
I order myself a beer and a scotch on the rocks and take the drinks to a nearby table that’s in the shade, at the beach end of the patio.
Taking a long sip of my beer, I watch a cluster of surfers for a while. It’s the first time in a very long time I feel myself begin to decompress. When’s the last time I actually allowed myself to relax for five minutes? I can’t even remember. Years ago, it feels like.
A young woman walks past the row of hotel lounge chairs. She’s wearing a short pink beach dress and sunglasses. Her long, thick hair is a lustrous shade of dark brown with streaks of auburn and dark blond that catch the sunlight.
Her legs are long and lightly tanned.
She wanders a little further down the beach, laying out her towel. She unwraps her dress to reveal a tiny animal print bikini.
Fucking hell.
The girl is stunning.
Her bikini barely covers her perfect curves. It’s not a thong but close enough.
She pulls a book out of her bag and some sunscreen, which she smooths over her golden skin. Her long legs. Her toned arms. Her full breasts, which are barely concealed by that minuscule bikini top.
Fuck me.
My cock—which has not been enjoying its extended holiday from women, after the Rylee disaster—thickens.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
And young.
She doesn’t look deeply tanned enough to be a local. And she’s not with family or friends. Unless they’re off shopping or sightseeing, who knows.
I’m not the only one who notices her.
The surf instructor finishes up with a couple of kids and walks over, sitting down next to her.
She barely looks up.
I can tell by her body language she’s not interested. But he’s persistent.
For some reason this annoys the fuck out of me.
He says something that makes her laugh. He’s talked her into a lesson.
I watch him teach her for a while, becoming more and more mesmerized by the way the girl moves and the taut smoothness of her skin.
