Biker's Virgin

I was passing through the fountain garden when I heard a voice shout my name. I turned to find Gregory Winchester walking towards

me.

“Tristan!” he said enthusiastically. “I’ve been here now three days, and I haven’t seen you anywhere.”

Gregory was wearing swimming shorts and a Hawaiian shirt that made him look like some creepy lothario out of your average rom-com. Considering he was one of my biggest investors, I kept that opinion to myself.

“Gregory,” I said, shaking his hand. “My staff informed me that you’d arrived; I should have made the time to meet with you earlier. Sorry about that.”

“Hey, I understand. Running a hotel takes work. And, I wouldn’t want you to drop the ball, considering I would suffer for it.”

I smiled. “How are you liking your stay so far?”

“I must say, Tristan, you’ve done a fantastic job,” he replied without any reservations. “The resort is stunning, the food is amazing, and your staff has been well trained.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” I replied, satisfied and proud all at the same time. “Am I to assume you have no complaints?”

“I do hear a little construction during the day,” Gregory mentioned.

“The west wing is still being renovated,” I said. “Just minor finishing touches, but it should be finished soon.”

“This place is massive,” he said, looking around at large towers of the resort. “I didn’t expect it to be so big. How many rooms do you have again?”

“A hundred rooms,” I replied. “And three different suite types. Five grand suites, seven superior suites, and ten deluxe suites.”

“Hmm…should I be offended that I only received a superior suite and not a grand?”

I laughed. “I wouldn’t,” I said. “I gave you the best view.”

“This is Hawaii, you con artist,” he accused. “Every view here is the best view.”

“Caught that, did you?”

Gregory laughed good-naturedly and patted me on the back. “You’ve done well,” he said. “If I weren’t making a killing on this investment, I’d be jealous.”

“Jealous?” I laughed. “What have you got to be jealous about? You’re the CEO of a successful company, you own real estate in ten different states, and you, according to some newspapers, are dating Minka Kelly.”

“First of all, that was just a rumor,” Gregory insisted. “Second of all, I own property in nine states, not ten. And third of all, my success is appropriate to my age. Unlike some overachieving pretty boys who make CEO at twenty-seven?”

“I was twenty-four, actually,” I replied with a smug smile.

“Asshole,” he said, with skipping a beat. “But you see, being a CEO at thirty-nine like myself is much less impressive than being a CEO at twenty…”

“Eight,” I offered.

“Twenty-eight,” he nodded.

“Well, a little healthy competition is good for the soul,” I said.

“That’s a good way of spinning it,” he joked.

“Let’s talk soon,” I said. “Unfortunately, I have to get to a lunch meeting.”

“Busy man,” he nodded. “I understand. We’ll meet soon.”

I said goodbye to Gregory and headed for my meeting with Jordan. I tried to make a mental list of all the things I needed to bring up at the meeting, but I only managed to get to point number three before my mind wandered to thoughts of Molly and her impending arrival.

Chapter Four