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I close my laptop down and psyche myself up to speak to Lucy again. Venturing back out into the main gym area, and having searched everywhere, I discover Lucy has left.

She did her hour like she was supposed to and skedaddled.

Without saying goodbye.

Strange.

I probably scared her off with my advances.

Note to self: don’t speak to Lucy again. Keep. Mouth. Shut.

Screw this. No one is coming in here. I’m calling it a night.

Another day closer to heading home.

CHAPTER 2

Lincoln

“Morning,” I cheerfully greet everyone in the staff office.

Lacklustre hellos and heys mumble back.

If this were my staff team, I would have them whooping and cheering every morning. I would motivate them to do their best at work.

But it’s not my place to retrain. It’s a temporary work placement after all, and I have told no one that I’m a director and part owner of a five-star resort in Scotland for fear they would start looking at me differently.

I want to be part of the team. I don’t want to stand out. That’s not my end game here. Here I want to blend in.

My team back at my hotel love me as I look after my staff. They have the best employee packages and wages in the area. I know them all and make it my job to ensure they are fully trained to do their jobs. But this lot, well, they are treading water and doing the bare minimum. They need motivation to be here. Pronto.

“Morning.” Lucy appears as if from thin air and sits down beside me in the empty seat to my left. I’m surrounded by a warm blend of vanilla and fresh sparkling pear. She smells divine. Expensive.

My eyes pop out of their sockets. She’s wearing a figure-hugging soft pastel-purple dress. Fuck, she looks stunning, and she has paired her outfit with a pair of expensive designer candy-pink killer heels.

She’s a vision and an unexpected contrast to last night.

“Morning,” she says again.

I say a shocked hi in response.

I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. I may have also forgotten how to form words and blink too.

Her dark hair is straightened to perfection and her big pouty lips are coated in shiny clear gloss, making them look even bigger.

She grants me a giant smile.

Yeah, she’s definitely a model or actor.

“You all set for the big meeting with the bitch boss from hell, Lincoln?”

My cock twitches as my name falls from her pretty lips.

I shuffle uneasily in my seat. She seems more confident around me today. Maybe it’s because we aren’t alone like last night.

“Well, now, I never said that.” I trip over my clipped words.

“You might as well have.” She winks at me.

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