“Bachelorette party?” Hope sprang up in Wyatt's chest.
“Yes. Get going.” James glanced over at him. “And nice shirt. Looks expensive.”
Wyatt glanced down at his shirt and realized it was one of his good ones. No wonder Lorna hadn't believed he was a lowly hotel employee. He was wearing a shirt that cost more than a hotel worker made in a week. He had wanted to look good for Cassie, so he'd worn one of his nicer shirts. Unfortunately, it was one of his shirts from his billionaire days.
Lorna had seen that shirt and thought he had money. That was why she'd come onto him so hard. It used to happen all the time when he was known as the billionaire playboy. Women used to hear the name Wyatt Landers, of Land, Inc., and suddenly give him all their attention.
It was something that he didn't miss from his old life. Being targeted for his wealth had always made him question every relationship in his life. Until he came to the islands, he wasn't sure who was his friend and who was his money's friend.
Life as a bartender was so much simpler. So much more fun.
James was already back into his TV show and didn't see Wyatt grin and hurry to the locker room area to quickly change before heading to the bar.
Was he going to be the bartender for Cassie's party? He hoped so. That would make his night so much better. It wouldn't be work if it were with her. He couldn't wipe the goofy smile off his face as he stripped and changed into his hotel approved khaki slacks and a black polo.
He couldn't wait to see Cassie. Just thinking of her put a smile on his face. He put his nice shirt in the locker and wondered for a moment what Cassie would think if she knew who he really was. Would she be interested in his money? Or him?
Would he want her if she was interested in his money? He loved that she liked him just the way he was. She didn't look at him like a meal ticket. She looked at him like a person.
He'd never even asked himself if he wanted to tell a woman before. Every guest he'd been with had been a quick vacation fling. There was no way he would ever reveal his true nature to those women. Yet, he was thinking about it with Cassie.
Wyatt shook his head and slammed the locker shut. He was getting ahead of himself. They'd just met and had a great afternoon on the beach. That didn't mean they were ready to get married and share a bank account.
However, he hoped they were ready to share a drink because, with a little bit of luck, he was going to be her bartender for the evening.
Chapter Nine
Cassie
“Not bad,” Brianna said, looking around the bar. “Not bad at all.”
Cassie had to agree. The Oceanside bar was nice. They had a private table off to the side of the room with the bar to themselves. There was a window with seating looking out over the ocean and a small dance floor off to the side. It wasn't much, but it would be a fun place to dance later. There was a karaoke machine as well,
but Cassie was hoping they didn't bring it out tonight.
“I wish we could have gotten the private table at the Platinum Club, but they were all booked,” Janessa said, looking around with just a hint of disappointment. “This will work though. This will be fun.”
“Damn straight,” Brianna replied. “We're going to have a blast.”
Cassie nodded in agreement, raising her glass of water to clink with Janessa's fruity cocktail. It was then that Brianna crowned Janessa with a crown made of penises.
“Is it 'penises' or 'pensisi'? Or maybe 'penii'?” Janessa wondered, sipping on her second drink. She had a straw and was sucking it down. “Like octopus and octopi.”
“Penises,” Cassie replied, putting a hot pink sash over Janessa's head. “Definitely penises.”
Janessa nodded and took another sip of her drink. She adjusted her crown, giggling as she touched the erect penis in the center.
“Speaking of pensisisis,” Janessa stumbled over the word. “You are positively glowing, Cassie.”
“Am I?” Cassie tried to sound nonchalant, but she knew why she was glowing. It was because she'd had the best orgasm in her life just a mere hour ago.
“It's that guy,” Brianna said, a big grin filling her face. “The bartender.”
“You did look glow-y coming off the jet-ski, but I thought it was just sunshine and sea air.” Janessa stepped closer to Cassie, squinting her eyes and peering hard. “You got some. On a jet-ski?”
“Spill,” Brianna advised. “Before everyone else gets here. Otherwise, you'll have to tell the whole crowd. I'm sure Katy would love to hear all about this.”
Cassie wrinkled her nose at both her friends, but she knew they would be relentless. Better to get it out now.