Page 18 of Billionaire's Desire
I’ve never been a stewardess before.
This is my first time on a fucking yacht, and it is already going so horribly.
“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling unsure.
The stewardess nods. “Yes, he said you’re the only one who’s not sick and it is an all-hands-on-deck situation right now,” she says. “You have to do it, Maggie. We need you.”
I nod, feeling the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. I know she’s right. I can’t let the others down.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I say, trying to sound confident, “But what exactly does it entail? Please give me the rundown.”
She looks like she is trying really hard not to throw up.
“Okay, you’ll need to cover the VIP Section. It is the basics, clean up, serving meals, yada yada yada. Normally, we just chaperone them and make sure they don’t need anything.”
She fans her already clammy face, “Anticipate their needs and get them what they need. Any questions?”
I have about a billion more questions, but she is really not in the right space to answer me, so instead I just shake my head. “No, that’s all.”
The stewardess nods, looking grateful. “Thank you, Maggie,” she says. “You’re a lifesaver. Now I am going to see Matilda so she makes sure that my insides don’t come out.”
She staggers past me in the direction of the doctor. I realized too late that I forgot to ask her name even though she quite clearly knew who I was.
Maybe next time.
I continue down the hallway, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. I’m going to have to step up and do my best. I can’t let the others down.
I head to the kitchen where I am given a list of instructions and cabin numbers for the guests I need to cater for tonight.
I take a deep breath and knock on the first cabin door, feeling nervous and a little apprehensive.
No answer.
I will try again.
Still no answer.
I wait a few beats and decide to knock again before moving on to the next assigned cabin when I hear a crash and bang on the other side of the door.
Oh heavens above, I hope I do not screw this up.
The door opens and I come face to face with him.
Again.
Fuck!
When will this fucking day end?
I feel like I am the butt of a very cruel joke.
Chapter 5
Max
Afterthewholedisasterwith the water spillage and the documents, the rest of the dinner flies by without a hiccup. The Wheelers apologize profusely for the entire mishap and I feel a twinge of guilt at how I reacted towards the waitress.
I blame it on part shock and part confusion.
