Biker's Virgin

“Here?” I repeated. “As in, at the resort?”

“Yes.”

“You saw her?” I asked. “With your own eyes?”

“Uh…no,” Ben admitted. “Monica from the reception informed me when she walked in.”

“Why didn’t we know this?” I demanded.

“I don’t handle bookings,” he reminded me. “That’s up to the reception staff.”

“One of them would have mentioned it to you,” I said. “Considering everyone’s been talking about Molly’s departure the last few weeks.”

“Alani was the one that took Molly’s reservation,” Ben replied.

“Ah,” I said. “I suppose that explains it.”

“Clearly, her loyalty is to Molly over you,” he said, and he sounded a little pleased by that.

I frowned. “I can’t really blame her,” I said. “So… Molly’s here.”

“Yes.”

“What suite is she staying in?”

“She booked herself into a room,” Ben told me. “Room number 305. She paid upfront for the whole stay.”

I sat back in my chair, feeling extremely uncertain. “Where is she now?”

“Probably in her room,” he replied. “She’s made no reservations at any of the restaurants for tonight.”

“Why do you think she’s here?”

“How would I know?”

“Take a guess,” I said. “We parted on bad terms, why would she come back here?”

“Maybe she wants her job back.”

“She wouldn’t want to work for me after what happened,” I said.

“Maybe she’s here for you?”

I smirked darkly. “She wouldn’t work for me because of what I did,” I said. “Do you really think she’s going to run into my arms after she believed I cheated on her?”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Fuck that,” I said, shaking my head. “I know Molly… She will never be with me as long as she believes I slept with someone else.”

“Hey, I have an idea,” he said.

“What?”

“Why don’t you just go down to her room and ask her,” he said, in a sarcastic tone.

“Oh, sure,” I said, matching Ben’s tone. “I bet that’ll go over really well.”

“Can you blame her?”