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“Babe, just send Kiana in. She knows that she doesn’t have to announce herself. We’re all family here,” I say, not even opening my eyes.
“No, Spencer, you have someone here to meet you,” a soft whisper comes from the idiot box on the desk.
Huh. I don’t have any appointments, and it’s the time of day I nap. Everyone knows I never see anyone between 2:00 and 4:00 p.m.
Except Kiana. Or Ashley. Or…well, never mind that.
I peek over at the calendar on the desk and give it a once-over to make sure. Nothing. Not even a vendor is written down in there.
“Send them away with some macadamia nuts, and tell them to make an appointment. I don’t see anyone without an appointment. Plus, I need a nap.”
I close my eyes again, but the buzzer goes off almost immediately.
Ugh.
Buzz. Buzz.
“Spencer, Nicole recommended her to come here for a business talk with you. She seems…very serious. She wants to speak to you—and the others. May I bring her in now?”
Her voice verges on irritation. Normally, there would be repercussions for bringing that kind of attitude to me, but the mention of Nicole has my interest. Last time I saw her, she was getting fucked hard on the yacht.
“You’re bumming me out here, babe.” I sigh. “Alright, alright. Tell the woman I’ll see her in five minutes if it’s such a big deal.”
All I wanted was a massage by a hot little island beauty, I think, shaking my head.
I gotta say I’m pretty curious, though. Nicole doesn’t just send people to see us without reason behind it.
Last time she sent someone to all four of us, we had the girl walking away bow-legged. She was good and had some cool business ideas, but she couldn’t really handle the four of us—either in the bedroom or out. I got bored pretty quick, but it was a sweet thought from Nicole.
I run my hands through my sandy-blonde hair, still a little damp from my morning swim. Saltwater makes my hair curl more than usual, but fuck it. I don’t need to impress anyone any more than I would naturally.
My assistant shows the woman in, smiling but looking anxious at the same time. She knows it’s the time of day I’m usually found sleeping in the hammock in the corner of the room.
“Spencer, I have Julia here to see you.” She glances quickly from me to my guest. “I’ll be at my desk if you need anything.”
With that said, she’s gone.
“Aloha, and welcome to paradise. Chill, and take a seat, Julia. You want a brewski or at least some juice?” I already have the little white minifridge opened and a beer in hand when I ask.
It’s all small talk, not generally my style—but fuck, is she hot. I didn’t quite expect a girl like this to walk in on my nap time.
The things I would do to her would shake her to the core. I wonder if she’s ever fucked in a hammock…
Not the right time for that, I guess. “A bottle of sparkling water would be fine. A twist of lemon if you have it.”
Her voice is a little uppity for my taste.
“No lemon, sorry,” I say with a shrug.
I toss a bottle of Perrier to her, half expecting her to miss the catch. She doesn’t. Nice.
Her eyes scan around the office. I can tell by her wide stare that this isn’t what she expected to see, but I’m not some Park Ave exec. Sure, I own twelve-hundred-dollar suits, but I wouldn’t wear one to the office. Maybe a funeral, or like, to meet the president, but never the office.
I take a seat, my feet back on the desk, and twist the top of my beer and flick it into the trash can with ease.
“He shoots, he scores. Three points!”
I can tell she isn’t amused at my laid-back personality. Just that brings a smirk to my face. Life is too short to worry all the time, hot stuff.
Julia doesn’t say anything as she twists the top on her bottle, placing the small lid on the corner of the desk. She takes a big sip of water before speaking.
“I own a travel agency, and I’m meeting with you and your three colleagues to look at the potential of being partners with my agency. I would like to know a little about your resorts before I recommend it to my own clients.”
No small talk, no bullshit. Julia gets right to the point about her visit.
Interesting. I bring the bottle of beer to my lips to take a swig of my own. It’s good and helps me collect my thoughts.
Of course, I still can’t get rid of this semi hard-on that I’ve had since she walked in the office…
I would love to take the edge off her personally with my own two hands. And maybe some other body part.
