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I open the door and smile. “I’m so sorry. Looks like I somehow overslept. Give me about ten minutes.”
I gather up my things and head to the front desk to check out. The staff member behind the desk has jet black hair with a name tag that says Antolin.
The manager from yesterday.
I eavesdrop on the conversation he’s having on the phone.
“Yes, Mr. Wellington,” he says into his phone. “Of course, Sir. Whatever you need, Sir. Yes, I will cover for the next three weeks. I’ve told you, I’ve got things under control.”
Antolin hangs up the phone and heaves a heavy sigh.
“Hello, Miss, how may I help you?” he asks me, attempting a smile.
“I’d like to check out. And could you also call a taxi?”
Just then, Ronaldo, my driver from yesterday, sweeps toward me.
“Did someone say taxi?”
As Ronaldo loads my things into the car, he gestures toward the front seat, letting me know that I can sit up close to him if I feel more comfortable.
“Do you just wait here all day?” I ask him, getting in front.
“Some days I have long rides planned. Others are slow. Where are you headed this time?”
“Just to the Zen Haven Yoga Center. Do you know where that is?”
“Of course. A local trip this time. Very easy.”
“So Ronaldo,” I ask him as we drive over the bumpy dirt road. “What else can you tell me about Mr. Wellington?”
“Mr. Wellington?” I feel like Ronaldo’s playing dumb.
I pat Ronaldo’s shoulder. “Cut the crap. What’s he really like?”
The grin on Ronaldo’s face disappears for a moment.
“He’s a rich man. And a powerful man. Is he a bad man? I don’t know. Some people don’t like him here.”
My heart kicks into overdrive.
“A bad man? How could he be a bad man?”
Ronaldo turns on another dirt road and we’re already at the gate of the yoga retreat center.
I give him a smile and a generous tip, accepting my bags in return.
Ronaldo laughs. “I think it’s better if you find out for yourself. I have a policy of not talking poorly about people. Why are you so curious, all of a sudden?”
Because his tongue was inside me and, quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind having more of him inside me.
“No reason, really. Just seems like he’s kind of a known guy around town, and I thought it would be helpful to know more as I am staying here for a while.”
“If you’re curious about things, hija, you should ask him yourself.”
A wooden white and orange sign with the nameZen Haven Yoga Centerframes the entrance to the Yoga Retreat.
Sometimes photos can be deceptive, but this place is a dream. It absolutely matches the photos from online.
