Page 67 of Caught Up In You (Indigo Royal Resort)
“We’re your new employer,” she said, smiling. “Or at least, we hope we are. I’m here to discuss whatever might be holding you back from saying yes.”
“To Atlanta.”
“Correct.”
“I told Oliver I would have him an answer by the end of today.”
“Yes, I have been in contact with Oliver. But we’re just so excited about you joining us that we couldn't wait. Whatever it is that you’re still debating, we can fix it right here, right now,” she said. Despite trying to hide it when she’d spoken previously, her southern accent was starting to show. There was something about her he just couldn’t place, but he didn’t have time to bother with that now. He wanted her out of his villa.
"I will have an answer to you by the end of the day.”
“Or,” she drawled, stepping closer to him, trying to close the gap. He took a couple of steps back, trying to prevent her from getting too close. “We could just settle it now.”
“Felicity, I am not going to say it again. Now, if you’ll please leave.”
“Mr. Cruz, I came all this way. Let’s just talk about it.”
“Well, you appear to have wasted your time, now haven’t you,” he said curtly. “How the fuck did you even get in here?”
“Oh, well, that did present a bit of a challenge,” she admitted. “I tried telling the gal at the front desk I was your wife, but she didn’t buy it, and then I said ‘fine, I’m really his sister,’ and you must have a stalker in her or something, because she told me she knew for a fact that you didn’t have one of those either. But then I saw a maintenance guy and told him I was your wife, and I’m not entirely sure he bought it either, but the hundred-dollar bill I slipped him seemed more than enough to convince him I was legit.”
I bet I know exactly who it was too, Cullen thought.
“Well, I hope you paid attention on how to get back to the lobby, because we have nothing further to discuss. You can see yourself out,” he said, pointing to the door.
He turned to walk toward the bathroom, seriously pissed off at what just happened. He had half a mind to call Oliver right then and let him have it, but thought he better take a moment to calm down in the shower. The nerve of this bitch just showing up.
“Mr. Cruz, if you please—”
“No, I do not,” he answered sharply, cutting her off. “I’m going to take a shower, and when I get out, you’re not going to be here. Understood?”
She looked at him with a steely resolve of a woman who wasn’t used to hearing the word no. But this was not up for discussion.
“Good day, Felicity.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Leona somehow managed to maintain a professional face and hold in her laughter all the way down Electric Avenue and toward La Isla Bonita. As soon as she hit those steps, though, all bets were off. She couldn’t help it—the look on Drea’s face when she realized just how unlike trees those gummies looked was priceless.
For the last two weeks she’d worked very hard to only come to La Isla Bonita in the afternoons when it was time to clean and at dinner when delivering food, so that all her visits looked strictly on the up and up to anyone who might not already suspect otherwise. But when Drea had shoved the gummies at her and told her to “just get them away from my spa,” Leona could think of no one else she wanted to show them off to more than Cullen—even if it was the middle of the day and a visit from her would be unexpected. However, after last night, she got the impression that even if he was surprised to see her, he wouldn’t mind at all.
Giggling again, she punched in her code and walked into the bungalow.
“Oh my God, Cullen!” she hollered, still laughing. “Do I have something to show you!”
Leona came to a complete and sudden halt as she looked up to find a stunning blonde standing there in the open area between the bedroom and living room. She was tall, slender, and even with her face looking down at her phone, one could tell she was beautiful. Leona’s heart skipped a beat as the siren looked up and confirmed Leona’s fear that she was gorgeous.
“Hi,” Leona managed to say, plastering on a customer service smile.
She could hear the shower running in the bathroom. That must be where Cullen was. But if he was in the shower, who was this woman and why was she just hanging out in the living room? What was she missing?
“Oh good, do you work here?” the blonde said, waving her hand around, scrunching her nose like there was a problem.
“I do. I’m Leona, Head of Housekeeping,” she answered, holding out her hand in introduction. The blonde simply looked at her hand and then raised her eyes back up to Leona, giving her a demeaning smile. Apparently Leona did not rank high enough on this woman’s scale to deserve a handshake. “Can I help you
with something?”
“Goodness, yes. There is sand all over this place, so that needs cleaning up. And he just got back from a run,” she said, pointing in the direction of Cullen in the shower. “So some food would probably be a pretty good idea. I’m sure your cook has an idea of what he eats. And I’ll take a salad. Dressing on the side, please.”
