“And you explained the situation to him?”
“He knows you’re trying to make someone jealous,” she nodded. “But again, he’s probably hoping for some hot revenge sex as a thank you.”
“Well, he’s going to be disappointed then.”
“You might actually want to sleep with this one.”
I shook my head. “I doubt it.”
Alani wrinkled her brows at me, but I gave her a smile and withheld the explanation. When we arrived at the elevators, she wished me luck for the next date and headed off towards the staff quarters. I rode up the elevator to my suite.
When I had first stepped into the grand suite, I had been speechless. It was a huge space that looked more like a luxury apartment rather than a room in a resort.
You entered into the living room area, which opened out into the massive balcony. To the right was the dining area and to the left was the bedroom. The bedroom was situated in a completely separate alcove that extended out from the main structure of the building. I had only one wall against which the massive super king bed had been pushed. The other three walls were thick, floor-to-ceiling windows that gave me a spectacular view of the ocean below.
If you sat on the bed and looked straight ahead, all you could see was miles of ocean and sky. The blinds were operated through a special remote control, and the floors were covered over with a luxurious faux fur carpet that felt like you were walking on pillows. The room was connected to a separate walk-in closet and a massive bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi and its own view of the ocean.
I headed to the bathroom, stripped down, and slipped into the Jacuzzi for a nice long soak. I closed my eyes and started to daydream. Inevitably, my dreams turned to Tristan.
Chapter Nine
Tristan
I was walking through the resort’s south wing with Ben, going over the construction delays that had been plaguing us for days now.
“What does Larry have to say?” I demanded. “He promised me he’d be out of here before December.”
Ben looked at me calmly. “We’re talking major construction here,” he said. “Mistakes are part and parcel of the work.”
“Not when I’m in charge.”
“You weren’t in charge,” he reminded me.
“I think that’s the problem.”
“Would you like me to set up a meeting with Larry?”
“Yes, first thing tomorrow morning,” I said. “And, casually drops in a few threats. If he doesn’t finish soon, I’m not above going to another construction company.”
Ben smiled wryly. “I’ll let him know.”
“Leave a rundown of all the breakages on my desk,” I said. “I need to factor in how many replacement sets to purchase. All the china we have is imported, and we need to leave room for the import.”
He made a note on his clipboard. “You realize that there are people to handle all these issues. You have fifteen managers under your employ, not including me.”
“I realize that.”
“Do you?” Ben asked, with one raised eyebrow. “Then why do you insist on micro-managing everything?”
“Because it takes a micro-manager to get a resort like this running under quality standards.”
“Fair enough,” he nodded. “But now the resort is up and running…for the most part. Don’t you think it’s time to start delegating? That’s one skill you don’t seem to have.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you trying to tell me that you want less time with me?”
One corner of Ben’s mouth turned up in amusement. “I wasn’t trying to say that, but now that you’ve mentioned it, it does sound like my ideal situation.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “If you weren’t so good at your job, I’d fire you immediately.”