Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

“Would you rather I use my hands?” He tugged on the edge of my shirt, and I felt the heat tingle under my skin.

“Cole, for real. This is serious.” I pushed his hand down. “And we aren’t alone. I have an idea that might get you over this financial crisis, temporarily at least.”

He backed away. “Ok, if you have something, I’m all ears … and eyes.”

“One of the best views in this whole place is from the pool deck. From there you can see the ocean. You’ve got the pool, and it’s right in the center of the Dunes.” I nodded to the pool at the end of the motel’s property.

“Ok, go on.” He leaned against the wall.

“So, I think there is a way to capitalize on what you have. What if you have a luau and charge a small cover? We can get Sasha and her friends and Cal and Lance to help us organize it and spread the word.” I smiled and waited for his reaction.

Cole crossed his arms. “You want me to host a keg party?”

“It’s not just a keg party. I know you’re not into the party scene and neither am I, but I’ve been to a few and they can make a ton of money. We can advertise online, and I bet Sasha could sneak a few flyers through the resort. Come on. It could work. We’re talking an easy few thousand dollars. It will be enough to give you some breathing room until the end of the summer. And with Grayson here, I think it’s worth a shot.”

“I’m going to guess you already ran this by Sasha.” Both of his eyebrows were raised, making his blue eyes bigger.

“I might have mentioned it to her.” I bit down on my lip and walked from behind the desk.

“A few thousand dollars definitely wouldn’t hurt.” He rubbed his jaw.

“I’ll organize the whole thing. You just keep working on the rooms and I’ll take care of the luau, and Grayson. I can do social media posts while he naps.” I stopped in front of Cole. “Really, all you have to do is promise to be my date.”

He hooked my waist with his right hand and drew me against his chest. “Deal. But you have to promise it will stay under control.”

“Nothing crazy. Promise.”

“And you’ll wear one of those coconut bras.” His finger traced the strap along my shoulder.

I laughed. “If I can find one.”

“A party planning business woman,” he teased as his head dipped toward the exposed skin on my chest. I leaned back to let him kiss me.

“Yes, and if I’m going to pull this off, I need to get started, and you need to get to work on showerheads or doorknobs.” I inhaled as his lips grazed the top of my breast.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Party planning was definitely less appealing than Cole taking me on the

office desk again, but this was business. We’d have all night to play. After we put the little one to bed.

“Go. Go fix something.” I shoved him out the door and turned to face my new work buddy.

I pulled out my phone. I needed to call Sasha before I purchased the first tiki torch.

“Hey, you have a second? I could use your help. Cole says the luau’s a go.”

23

Kaitlyn

Sasha was a godsend. Her parents had a storage shed of party supplies. Her mother was a retired wedding planner on the island and had never emptied out her decorations.

“This is incredible. I’ve never seen so many swan cutouts in one place.” I pulled a pair of swans from the wall and dusted them off.

Grayson giggled at them when I pretended to make them fly. So far our fist day together had been easy. I offered to take him with me so Cole could work on the rooms.

“Ugh! My mom had some of the tackiest brides this side of the Guadalupe.” She had discovered a box crammed full of nothing but pink tulle.